A Temporary Status

The hardened reality of light,
retreats slowly to vapor,
the day overtakes the night,
gaining the Master’s favor.

Such is the illusion of reality,
it swiftly comes and goes,
this massive mist of duality,
like a river, it flows.

Consciousness; a heavenly realm,
rides on the wings of a dove,
God, the Master, at the helm,
creating the glory of love.

A serpent slithers to block its path,
tho it has no place to go,
overcome by the Master’s wrath,
nothing can stop love’s flow.

Light and dark, engulfed in battle
only the valiant shall win;
the serpent’s might saber rattles
truth, threatened by sin.

Life is the mighty journal written,
swiftly its pages turn,
death is the destiny of the forbidden,
only the wise discern.

Earth is the reality for today,
giving us life, free gratis,
like yesterday; it will pass away,
this life, a temporary status.

Monty 12/17/24. # 2,517