Sonnet 112

All that man is or is yet meant to be,
All history past or that yet still to come,
Is but a second of eternity
When measured from sweet birth unto dread doom.
From murky past he crawled into the light
And from all fours he gradually stood on two;
Subdued a savage world through will and might,
And with freed hands, gods in his image, hew.
Unto these fashioned gods he then gave thanks;
To wood and stone he soon did bow and pray,
And bade his brethren join him in high trance;
Sheer supplication vowed a better way.
Some carved their gods of wood and some of stone;
Born of one pith, yet each believed his own.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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