Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (38)

We are

The black the white, the dark the light

Abyss or star apart so far

 Yet within the human soul

A picture clear, a record whole.

Thou shalt not surely die

 But thou shalt have knowledge

And thou shalt be even as the Gods.

Thou shalt know good from evil

Joy and grief, happiness and pain.

To man of clay, elusive things

The tools of God, like fairy wings

The heart, the mind, the human soul.

The test of life, to make us whole

 To help us learn, to make us grow.

For, we are Gods in embryo.

Things

So many things to know,

So many things to learn,

So many promises to keep

Until we may return.

Until we find the door

To peace and joy and love,

Until we see the face

Of one who waits above.

When on desires of men

The final door will close.

Oh, then, the weary soul

Finds blessed sweet repose.

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