Yesterday's Child !

Yesterday’s Child

It’s been said, that time heals every wound;
but time wounds every heal; as well;
from the time; life crawls from the womb;
we’re in an illusion called hell.

I began my life a few generations, ago;
in a kingdom, where I’d been exiled;
there was much wisdom, I needed to know;
for a season, I was yesterday’s child.

In the essence of time; I became an adult;
tho my Master still called me his child;
I even searched for answers from the occult;
looking for the place; from where exiled.

My womb of birth was separated by time;
it existed in a separate dimension;
for it was the kingdom of the Divine;
earth was my place of detention.

God was the Father of Consciousness;
for each child; God’s love is fervent;
each was commanded to righteousness;
for, each, was to be God’s servant.

Servant or not; I still held on to my dream;
I’d write something; and be reconciled;
I said writing poems just wasn’t my scene;
but God didn’t answer; just smiled.

My Master always had plans for me;
I had only hoped to be reconciled;
I was God’s prodigal; too blind to see;
but now; I’m still yesterday’s child.

Monty 12/31/24. # 2,549