Christian Living

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Cosmic Journey of a Pencil

Oscar E V Fernando

A particled beam in cosmos as my master was,
Till he got life force and soul-I have not.
Made me a cause-
For writing as he ought.

Graphite and clay made into a pigment,
With protective casing for use at tandem.
Sharpened for discipline and use till death
Master took me in hand to be forthwith dealt

First assignment-a poem with abundant sway,
Of self that came from graphite and clay.
His thoughts came down to the tip of the pigment,
To write in rhythm octave and segment.

Times there were, I was pressed down and churned,
When his thoughts were cluttered, battered and spurned.
Took to memory what he said of me.
It rhymed within in minute style and glee.

One day he wrote to his lover dear.
Moon stars and flowers were words I could hear.
Oh that I too had a lover in graphite and clay!
I would stay close to her the whole wide day.

Surprise! I came in touch with a red headed blonde.
We talked and talked the whole night through.
She touched me with her tip of red so soft and sponge-
Thrilled from tip to spine-held her close to me like glue.

He wrote his long-long thesis,
Felt it was not meant for my species.
Life shortened when it came to an end,
Master felt my life span is now spent.

To dust we shall go, my lover master and me.
Will I meet her and master in cosmos particled beam?
Master, sans soul, which per thesis goes back to its Author-
To live eternally or not-if free will were used as he ought to?

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