Our Statures : A Glosa

Our Statures : A Glosa

We never know how high we are

Till we are called to see

Then if we are true to form

Our statures touch the sky

                                               Emily Dickenson

When I was young I used to think

about people  and how they tick

Like Ants, the keep moving

in unknown direction, searching

carrying whatever they need

walking to pass each hour

greeting each they come to meet

They’d even crawl up the trees

We as humans do the same

We never know how high we are

We spend hours sitting in classrooms

listening to teachers who knows, we assume

They’d lecture of things we think we don’t know

Or simply let them feed us facts or show.

Some spend years of being programmed

Ending up old to be in surprise

Things aren’t what they seem

Wasted years, useless papers, so

We sat and slept all day

Till we are called to rise

We speak the same feelings

We breath the same air

All are bound to gravity

Each can get tooth cavity

Realities varies but some facts are true

Governments forces to conform

Religions limits points of views

Science is still developing

Vibrations keep on shifting

Then if we are true to form…

Take the Word however you want

Be true to your form to rule yourself

Find Peace within and respect others

Being in harmony is what matters

That which is, is simply is

Keep your focus on God up high

As we rise daily, let nothing overwhelm you

Our bodies may die but not our Souls

In Oneness of our Souls, see us wholes

Our statures touch the sky

© LL Reed 06/2012