Saturday, June 4, 2016

A Place in Time

We were a generation
Whose time had come,
We had found our place in time.
We believed that we were special,
As had others down the line.
We were awakened to the knowledge
That led us to perceive
History as a series of crimes.
We believed that we had found
A way to heal
A lost and troubled world.
We smoked herbs
And took strange potions,
To open up our minds,
To explore uncharted regions of consciousness
In the hope to find
The elusive final knowledge
That could help the lost and blind.
In the end, we never could say
Exactly what we found.
In reflection, we were dealt a hand
That had been dealt before,
Mystery, magic, and music;
A thorough deception for many,
For others a path to Your door.
 

Bruce Mundhenke

The Seven Stars

The seven stars are old,
Many eyes have gazed at them in the night,
Their pattern constant,
Beacons of light,
Almost eternal,
But in time, only the Old One will remain,
All else will pass,
Except for what He chooses to retain.


Bruce Mundhenke

The Watcher

The strong man thinks the door is locked,
The weak man, he is sure.
The lawyer looks for loopholes,
The physician prescribes a cure.
The laborer is working,
The wizard casts a spell,
The watcher, he is watching,
He knows that all is well.

Bruce Mundhenke