Monolith, the power of singularity reaching for the sky,
As if one could see the universe with the naked eye,
Where it goes, life flourishes and follows,
And where it woes there are stark pains and sorrows.
To look up is to revere justly,
The mind that has made it so purposefully,
In far off distances, it will still be seen,
Its beauty and glory like His queen,
This is an awesome power Man hath wrought,
And the purest bliss He hath bought.
If God can only make a tree,
Man hath constructed buildings to become free,
Oh! Where could such passions lie?
Surely, not in heaven, in a prayer nor a cry!
Neither is it in an angry yawp, nor in the barrel of a gun,
But in rational minds that has reached farther than the sun!
Dost thou see the lights shimmering on the yonder?
They shine so earnestly, unlike the lightning and thunder,
It seems that they only do so flicker,
For those who has succeeded as a reminder that He should be no meeker.
If in these words, I express and bellow,
My immense and intense joy,
To the upward glance, to my fellow,
To say, “My good man, Ahoy!”
Glad to be back.
Edited by David Lee, 03 May 2011 - 10:03 AM.