OF THE SEVERAL HUNDRED POEMS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN THROUGH THE YEARS THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL FAVORITE.
This is a poem that is designed to make you think, to get you to maybe get the book of Genesis out for another look see. Maybe, if you are not good at world geography you might want to dig into some maps of the know world of about 5,000 years or so ago. I hope that you enjoy it, quite a bit of research went into making this poem be accurate.
Do you know me
Listen, does not the wind whisper
Do not the mountains echo my name?
How is it you do not know me
Did not the man Moses lay out the path to my door
For two of your human generations
The Valley of The Garden of God
Was my western door.
My Sister, Lake Urmia was fast a sleep
Within her no bounty ever found
As the West Gate of God’s Garden she guarded
Now she is but salty ground.
Did not my mountains rumble
And spew forth fire and rocks?
How is it you can not find me?
Can you not hear the ticking of the clock?
Many of your years ago now
One man came forth unto me
Spewed forth from the Garden of God
He came unto me, with a mark upon his head
So all my inhabitants would know
That whosoever dared touch him
Would also soon be dead.
The Garden has now so long been gone
It’s land like mine is scorched
The Face of God once again I seek
But when He does once again return
Will He echo my words to you
Child, how is it you do not know me?