Creatures of clay — Alexis karpouzos

Creatures of clay, vain dwellers in the dust,

lonely, we roam like the cloud, the wind, the wave,

Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, nor death
Can raise a soul to heaven, only love, the new creation,
and all we see is a shadow of things unseen,

and time that comes to flee Is but the broken echo of a rhyme

In heart’s great epic of Eternity.

Heedless and blind to Wisdom’s wasted light!


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