Oh Baalbek, Palmyra and Petra
You stand tall
and magnify my insignificance
So many souls passed through your gates with head held high
Admiring these masterpieces' footprints from the eternal past
Today you still stand tall and dominate
My imagination and magnify my insignificance
I pail in scale like ants to mount Everest
But your beauty from primitive hands like mine were created
Not even the New World or Near East minted skyscrapers
Hold a candle to your eternal grace and beauty
In your declaration I find my redemption
For with hope and inspiration you engage my imagination
For I am of humbles means and working class clan
With tiny hands and a modest constitution
But it's the hope in me that I can one day create
My masterpiece to claim my very own
Even though the odds are stacked against my lower station
But to hope eternal I cling like a mule's stubbornness
I will try again and again to master like the sun's fever
The talents in the field that God infused my veins
Whether I wither like a dead wine on winter's watch
And am forgotten to the dust of evolving tides of time
My dream I will take with me to my afterlife
And plan on executing my earthly wish
The moment my soul lands in God's heart
And enrich His thoughts with my burning desire.

Copyright Leaking Pen 2011
Oct 30 2011