The Man, by Lunaria Subscribe to rss feed for Lunaria

The Man
His robe was long and flowing
White like new fallen snow
His eyes had a certain knowing
About him a golden glow

His skin was brown and weather beat
Hair was long and brown
He wore sandals on his feet
As he walked from town to town

When he spoke people listened
And circled him all around
You would have seen tears that glistened
And then fall upon the ground

They wrote a book about him
That many people read
Even when their eyes grow dim
It has just what they need

He left Earth so long ago
Went up in a cloudy birth
I want everyone to know
He will not come back to earth

There's a new planet birthing now
Out of old Earth's body shell
He has given his solemn vow.........
Oh, there's so much more to tell

But all that will have to wait
It's a mystery for certain
Now it is very late
For it's Earths final curtain 

You'll see this man once more
On the planet that's born anew
There will be an open door
And some will go through, but few

There are twelve doors out of earth
Everyone will choose just one
Because there will be much dearth
And no life upon the Earth, cleansing can be done

Earth will lay fallow long
'Til she is all healed
We will be singing our song
So Terra will be revealed

Terra is Earth's new name
When she is born anew
She will never be the same
And I'll live on her. Will you?

If you choose my door
You will see the man 'tis true
Of doors there are eleven more
Choose the one that's right for you

In the future very soon
The doors will be revealed
So listen and be in attune
And all will be unsealed.

Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)


Posted: 2005-07-30 03:00:36 UTC

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