Ingrids newa poetry

                                                                                  

                                                                  We are

The black the white, the dark the light

Abyss or star apart so far

 Still, within each 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.