Waiting For Our Call

who is not a great fool? who is not a tool on this world? we are mere players of life's stage we are the pieces on Zeus' board game the calligraphy of transcended time its the monotonous account of you and mine believing beyond the stars call dreaming of fantasy, yet nightmare's fall we cherish great moments we hate bad omens why not take both care and learn the lessons of each stumbling fair! from there we'll know how to smile and be along with the glowing fire that puts the heart in His great name surrendering all to HIS open arms remember the eight beatitudes in HIS page He is just waiting for our call to lighten up our pains Inspired by: Ashraful Mussadeq's poem Palmistry