Divisions of the Lost
by Robert P. Jackson

 

               Divisions of the lost
Such a mystery built within
Sculpted by natures hands
The ever loving lessons
That god demands
Make sure you are free
And only then will you see
To be a part
Is to be from within
Letting go of all things
Sharing the wisdom
Searching for reasons
To only be misexplained
Never knowing why
Still we divide
All the time at hand
To only become
Divisions of the lost.............             P.J,1/21/00