November 29, 2013

THE COWARD

By EPRobles

WE do not know why death grips the soul
in our innocence we play-tell — a know
but in our beds within a dark room
we fear the answer even though it hides
Why does truth cower in darkness —
like a beacon of light it should guide our path
but when it comes to the big ending — it hides
So I confess that such a thing as death —
is more a coward than the littlest of man
And that being such as it is my faint hearted ones
in truth we tower above the darkness that engulfs us
and the light within is a greater truth than death
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About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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2 responses to “THE COWARD”

• Himani B
  November 30th, 2013 at 1:36 am

  wow..this is beautiful! and what is death, but a birth into the Unknown? and what is darkness but a varying degree of light 🙂

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• erobles1963phoenix1963
  November 30th, 2013 at 1:41 pm

  Himani B, your words are lovely as is your insight into the mysteries of antiquity. Peace be with you and that burning light within your soul 🙂 ~ Phillip

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