God’s Crystal Ball
On Amazon-Kindle http://goo.gl/RPjs3f
On the verge of giving life, another’s woman, lover, wife?
Then I saw as crystal ball what lies ahead when we must fall,
To pages in the diary turned, a wasted life? What have I spurned?
I may be offered second dance, another mortal game of chance,
The answer sleeps within her womb,
This child like me will meet its doom,
Long after I have passed this way,
The unborn child will walk this way,
Till on its downfall I awake,
To blow one candle on my cake.
But not for me this time, nor day;
For I must soon be on my way.
Soon I sleep in heaven’s womb,
Feel free to call it grave or tomb,
My time is other time and place,
To once again redeem disgrace,
I’ll rest awhile then I will be,
In future womb of mum-to-be.
Her bloom is but God’s crystal ball,
That tells the tale from birth to fall
From infant’s caul to widow’s shawl,
In birth’s sweet shroud I’ll be.
Caul: A womb-child’s shroud.
Website www.michaelwalsh.es
Email keyboardcosmetics@gmail.com
Telephone 966 786 932