who is not a great fool?
who is not a tool on this world?
we are mere players of life's stage
we are the pieces on Zeus' board game
the calligraphy of transcended time
its the monotonous account of you and mine
believing beyond the stars call
dreaming of fantasy, yet nightmare's fall
we cherish great moments
we hate bad omens
why not take both care
and learn the lessons of each stumbling fair!
from there we'll know how to smile
and be along with the glowing fire
that puts the heart in His great name
surrendering all to HIS open arms
remember the eight beatitudes in HIS page
He is just waiting for our call to lighten up our pains
Inspired by: Ashraful Mussadeq's poem Palmistry
Catrina Heart
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-our-call/
