Master?

©2012, Olan L. Smith

Yet Master, what becomes of Flesh and blood?

Is it the force or mixture thence our blend

Of flesh and does so bridge our realms, refined

To godly covenants, and thus our land

Shall break up, two made one? And where is life?

'Tis matter we see, Force we cannot feel

That reigns as truth of who we are to be.

My Child 'tis not the flesh that rules but mind

That hovers twixt the realms that sees and knows

The truth.  Inside is life, Divine so rules!

You're just and forthright, rule the sky and light

As power does yet hover twain for you.

Do walk in right to justify our merger,

Our living hopes and dreams are visualized.

(A/N 14 lined poem, blank verse)