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“Trilogy”

A POEM

By Timothy Trainor | January-February 1986

In the beginning
A Mind, Eternal.
Then

A mind, created.

A sweet Whispering,
“You are radiant, and I love you.”
A proud roaring,
“I know, now give me worship!”

All Hell breaks loose.

On the new water
A Breath, Eternal.

Failed Species?

For twenty million years or more

This planet fed the Dinosaur.

It makes you sit…

Compassion

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.

The Prodigal Father and His Child

“Well, Father, my share of the farm has

been turned into gold.

I take it…