-- <br />So we stir wrath's stew in life's simmered kettle <br />as Spring fun is the punch flung from sprung petal <br />when light's sword swings might and heightens bright metal. <br /> <br />Then who'll know we're in god since god's in all things? <br /> <br />Those stones thrown will pebble honed granite-dogmatic <br />and birds soar flutterly absurd - at core, actors- dramatic. <br />Man alone's the syndrome. Pathetic? Emphathic! <br /> <br />Then who'll know we're in god since god's in all things?<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-druid-speaks/
