"The beginning"

Jupiter and Venus in the western sky.

Looking down with yearning eyes.

To see the twist that man has made.

It skewers perception from every age.

It follows a path of told untruth.

While evil lies with deadly roots.

One wonders how did the evil start.

It wormed it's way into mans heart.

And turned his eyes from pure to bold.

To challenge all that was of old.

Without concern for lessons passed.

Mans eyes turned from love to glass.

So cold and quick to fog his view

Mans eyes turned from life to doom.

While judgement seemed true in glassy eyes 

Mans heart was dead to old ways wise.

The deception ran through all his veins.

It clogged his pores and stoned his brain.

He'd lost his heart and lived in pain

His vision fades as the heart has stopped.

Jealous rage has rot his thought.

Almost too late to turn around 

But mercy allowed grace to abound.

While grace exists mans plights not lost

But oh for the heart that man had tossed.

From Saturns view in the southern sky 

The earth still turned in graceful flight 

It's course through the heavens still kept its pace

A greater hand to hold its place

Held by a word from the source of grace.

There were some things that weren't released 

To the twisted thoughts man had embraced.

Truth be known from the southern sky 

'Twas ne'er intent for man to die

From one wrong choice all may seem lost

But reason now the absolute cost.

The source of mercy passed judgement when

Mans choice had doomed most heroic men.

The time had come to restore that lost

But how cruel and hard was Creators cost.

The ultimate measure of love so true

Was the sentence of judgement on mans tribute

The cost so great that purity died

To restore mans place in this great abide.

We measure all with feeble minds

Unable to sort truth from rhyme.

What may seem fair is but a ploy

A great deception that holds no joy.

Mans foolish ways will never cease

Until his demise by iron feet.

The weakest link in mans defense

Is not considering his greatest chance.

He's missed by will so many times

the ancient of days just sits and sighs.

His hands are tied by untrained tongue.

And man remains untrue undone.

While one may ask what choice to make

A guide is given to show the way

For man to hear he must be still

Not a sound or a peep to skew his will.

The guide is truth and knows the way

To restore man in that final play.

So still your voice that you may hear

The guide that speaks not in the ear.

To hear him best in quiet ways

A humble heart must rule mans days.

The tongue must yield to heart not thought

Then mans soul cannot be bought

By twisted eyes that once were glassed

That fogged mans heart from ancient pasts.

Mans heart renewed will bring the rest

But only when he pass the test.

Restored by blood And clean as snow

Then at the beginning man shall know.

B Strong

3rd day of the 7th month in the year twenty fifteen.