MILLENNIUM
A thousand years
Have gone with the wind.
But also every day full
As if it were a thousand years.
Therefore, a millennium is:
1000 × 365 × 1000!
And during all these years
I played god over you
And you played god over me.
And he, or she, was the odd one out,
The clown, the victim.
And the real God?
He was watching . . .
In all His Holiness . . .
In all His Wisdom . . .
In all His Love . . .
Waiting, waiting, waiting . . .
Till you, or I, or he, or she,
Would brake the vicious circle.
O, lay your ego on His altar;
Die the 'death' of Love . . .
And be born again a true human.
There is freedom, yes life in that sacrifice!
<chris bouter>
Click here to download an e-book with some 40 of my poems (beautiful layouts and a few nice effects; handy to carry in your laptop!). Feel free to pass it on.
If for some reason you do not wish to download the e-book, here below is a menu of about 40 English poems of mine:
Poem / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7
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