Life In Symbols

Who died?
Someone
has or will?

Unless I let the fantail
symbol of death
fluttering around flying

within this
room
in this house

out through the
open doorway to
freedom to life.

Who died?
Is it my place
to restore life

or preserve
life or
reestablish

quality life?
Too many soulless
echo minds

are cast away lost upon
material dreams
ever remaining soulless.

Input equals output.
Hate breeds hate.
Love breeds love.

Prosperity
Peace
Restoration.

Eventual
Enlightenment
Individualized.

Unive rsal
Harmony
Beckons.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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