the laws that man made on earth are like sandcastles. <br />and the men who made them are like children <br />playing on the beach one summer's day. <br />each hand takes a mouthful of sand and <br />forms the minarets and walls and doors of <br />the castle. A path for their prince. A stable <br />for their horses. A special chamber for the <br />king and queen. A training ground for their <br />warriors and soldiers to protect them. <br />A court for their counsels and judges. <br />Every structure geared to protect self-interest. <br /> <br />the laws and sandcastles. The men who made them <br />are the children on the beach. And here comes God <br />the Big Wave, and in an instant, on a single wash of <br />its mighty hand, or tongue, or cape, all these laws are <br />washed away. <br /> <br />Then the afternoon comes. The sun sets. The children <br />go home and sleep. <br /> <br />Tomorrow is another play. Another game. Another sandcastles. <br />Nearby the waves keep looking.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-laws-that-man-made-on-earth/
