Have been this way before,
Walked through the gate
Up the stairs, watched the children
Stand and stare.
Or was it a dream he saw,
The phantom that
Has become the core,
The reality of that dream
Has grown and that is
What I have seen.
Now the children
have become mature
and the path has changed
leading to another door.
Motion, moving particle untold,
Within a certain destiny forgiven,
Servant to the universe, the whole,
Gifts you have been given
Gifts that come,
From The Creator Lord,
Those gifts you have won
Search for the trophy, your reward,
Look and look and don’t tall,
For as the sun ripens the fruit,
You will receive your reward.
by Oranmore
Lord Oranmore is struck in wonderment at many of the perplexing questions about the world and mankind’s place in it that can be felt by those of a reflective disposition. These uncertainties and other concerns of this institute receive a rapt distillation into words in ‘Sparkling Fountain’.
POEM