Of men and kings
their deeds were one
the flags of colors hailed proudly over all.
The days crept in
disguised as time took her hand cleanly to the fore
and judged not the distant future to come.
All bowed and prayed
and sang joyously
trumpets blared
countries grew bigger as monies changed hands
the little man knew his place.
A cup was lifted to lips sublime
a child was shown no mercy.
Of these days the lesser came in and took their place.
Of kings and men
these deeds held memories darkened in this hour.
Lay claim to the waste of human divine
we shall all greet the newcomer in this kingdom.
A sword strikes squarely in the mark
and divided the souls depart.
The face of Life presses herself against our hand.
the road to follow is written gently and with Grace.
A choice is reflected in the pool of Life
for our journey is far and wide.
Time leads the way for most
but others take up the spirit endowed.
dlh