The Past

The past , death and pain are not acts of God,
But of law-breaking man,
Who therefore lives in dread
And sensing evil, wants oblivion !

But is he not like a child in a dray
Crying, "Oh, look, the oak's
Disappearing in the wood…",
While the oak's still and the child's borne away ?

The past is now - though somewhat far :
Behind the dray a village barn,
And not something somewhere
Never seen by man!…
(Contributed by daniel on Friday, April 8th, 2011)
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