Things to Think About by Mordred-Lauf-Fey, literature
Literature
Things to Think About
In all things there is meaning,
A rhythm that drives relentlessly on,
as a child, I know little,
Although one day I might know much,
In all things there is a song,
going, going, endlessly on,
and I shall speak of what I have heard;
Creation will praise its maker;
Artwork bares pieces of the artist;
The quality of the Fruit reveals the quality of the tree;
as qualities of Words and actions reveal qualities of human beings;
I shall say only what I have heard,
And write of what I have seen,
out of disaster comes growth,
out of death comes life,
Adversity brings out strength,
But woe is for those whom are bringers of the strife,
The plans of
Why is it that I should worry,
tell me,
Why is it I should weep?
for the pains of this body are not so deep,
as of yet,
Nor, are their memories a thing I will keep,
but to forget.
Pain, is always overshadowed by joy,
Grief is overpowered by hope,
even the memory of the fearsome night,
is lost to the awesome sunlight,
The dawn is chased by day,
The afternoon by night,
but in all things there is a heavenly light,
Do not cower,
please, do not grieve,
Those eyes must not close with defeat,
The dawn is coming, closing in on night,
So do not fall, fight the good fight.
From the dark ashes,
life comes and delves within,
after deaths' inevitable
Things to Think About by Mordred-Lauf-Fey, literature
Literature
Things to Think About
In all things there is meaning,
A rhythm that drives relentlessly on,
as a child, I know little,
Although one day I might know much,
In all things there is a song,
going, going, endlessly on,
and I shall speak of what I have heard;
Creation will praise its maker;
Artwork bares pieces of the artist;
The quality of the Fruit reveals the quality of the tree;
as qualities of Words and actions reveal qualities of human beings;
I shall say only what I have heard,
And write of what I have seen,
out of disaster comes growth,
out of death comes life,
Adversity brings out strength,
But woe is for those whom are bringers of the strife,
The plans of
Why is it that I should worry,
tell me,
Why is it I should weep?
for the pains of this body are not so deep,
as of yet,
Nor, are their memories a thing I will keep,
but to forget.
Pain, is always overshadowed by joy,
Grief is overpowered by hope,
even the memory of the fearsome night,
is lost to the awesome sunlight,
The dawn is chased by day,
The afternoon by night,
but in all things there is a heavenly light,
Do not cower,
please, do not grieve,
Those eyes must not close with defeat,
The dawn is coming, closing in on night,
So do not fall, fight the good fight.
From the dark ashes,
life comes and delves within,
after deaths' inevitable