THE TIME CAPSULE - Norman Smith D.

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we were

      Introduced by creation,

      We have risen and fallen.

      And if by evolution,

      Then we have gained by leaps and bounds

      From our four

      Planted on the ground,

      To now our upward stand.

      Our journey thus far

      Is still gigantic in the strides of man,

      From apes to modern man,

      From caves to the towers we climbed,

      Evolving from mumbling mute

      To fluent and eloquent tongue.

      Creation or evolution,

      The Big Bang or Eden’s garden paradise,

      Planting our footprints on the moon,

      To splitting of the atom;

      A journey we all should be proud of,

      Known as the strides of man.

      But we have tainted our hands

      Spilling the blood of our fellowman.

      As Cain slew his brother Abel

      And spilled blood upon the virgin land

      To the mountain of Afghanistan,

      Where a war we now pursue

      With bombs and automatic rifles,

      We are on our downward slope,

      Fast approaching the extinction of man.

      Mother

      It’s not too long ago since I realized

      How much she meant to me,

      But it’s been a long time since I have noticed

      The gentleness and kindness she had shown to me.

      The load she carried must have been heavy and fatiguing.

      Only a mother could have known,

      And though being loved by my daddy,

      He couldn’t have helped her share that load.

      The load upon her head must have been heavy too

      With nine months of wondering, “Will God see me through?”

      Yet she bore the anguish and pain and brought me to this world

      And showed me her love far beyond compare.

      Looking back at my childhood,

      I can’t but remember how sweet it used to be

      When she clutched me with her warm and tender arms

      And lay me on her breasts to rest.

      When her nipples were my only source of living,

      She fed me day and night

      Without letting me out of her sight.

      Oh, what fortitude she had.

      And oftentimes when I was sad, she sang to me

      Little songs that always made my heart glad.

      How could I forget her? No reason could ever be.

      I love the ways she taught me

      And adore the day she brought me.

      The Question

      What if? Ask yourself or someone else.

      This question presents quite a challenge.

      What then? Should one just falter and let it be?

      Or ponder upon it with careful thoughts?

      What if you have failed in your thinking.

      And unable to resolve those two simple words?

      And too many sunrises and sunsets have passed with

      What if? Still trapped in your mind?

      What if the question was never asked?

      What if the challenge you did not ponder upon?

      These two simple words remains a mystery.

      What if world without end is meant to be

      A world without dimension, that of infinite size?

      Or what if world without end was meant to be

      A world where there is no end to time but eternity?

      Would it be large enough to accommodate us

      As we continue to multiply.

      What if the aging process should discontinue,

      With everyone remaining as they are?

      Would it be fair to the infant

      Who would never be able to grow up

      And experience the different stages of life?

      What if our imagination could transform into reality?

      Just think of it and it is done.

      What if there were no death and life continued forever?

      What if there were no wars, and all was peace and serene?

      What if the Creator, with his infinite wisdom,

      Had created evolution in his master plan

      After he had made man?

      The Lighthouse

      Perched upon the peak

      Of some dismal rocky shore

      Often secluded there you will find,

      Proudly standing

      And vigilantly giving a watchful eye

      Overlooking the sea,

      A lighthouse—the watchdog of the sea.

      Decorated in white for all the world to see,

      Shining its majestic beam from shore to sea

      In hopes of aiding

      Some bewildered ship to see

      A navigable path

      Safely to the port they seek.

      Helping to avoid the perils that lurk

      Beyond and beneath the fearful waves,

      I am a beacon—my quest is

      Some troubled soul to save.

      May my gleaming light a pilot be,

      For ships which without my light

      Would be doomed at sea.

      With glittering rays

      From wave to wave,

      Flashing streams of light

      That seem to touch the horizon.

      From a distance, my tower appears

      To be touching the sky.

      I am a beacon—my quest is

      Some troubled soul to save,

      No distinction have I made between friend and foe.

      I have hosted them all—with open arms

      I have welcomed many strangers to my shore,

      Sheltered them in my humble abode;

      But

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