Gone Are Those Days of False Portrayals

Some...
Even today,
Remain on the fence.
Needing to be convinced...
Change has come.

They are the ones,
Chained and bound to yesterday.
Looking to find lost footsteps...
That have long since faded away.

Remarkably they sit,
Insisting to do this in stubbornness.
With vivid memories of a clinging past,
That sweeps away like dust from them...
And has drifted in the air ever so fast.

Like precious sand trapped in an hour glass...
Those days spent in minds repeating events,
Again and again...
Is a useless task.

With superstitions and traditions replaced...
Many can not face,
A forever wished...
Does not welcome a higher consciousness.

And this 'evolution' will continue to persist.
With or without invitation.
Or a decision to make...
One chooses to believe they can hesitate.

Does an earthquake warn before it shakes?
Nor does God awaits...
For those who say the 'believe' in Him!
But afraid to step out into the world with faith.

Gone are those days of false portrayals.
Truth and reality is amongst us, people.
And so clear it is...
Their 'visits' have arrived without disguise.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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