The Rest

The Rest

                                                                                       Relic ~ Philip Brent Harris


Things that are lost may reappear
Or never show up at all, my dear.
Neither rhyme nor reason suffices.
Will explain our talents and vices.
Despite what doctors, shrinks say;
It’s all a mystery, but you will pay.
Knowledge bubbles up from below,
In truth; we cannot possibly know.
In the end, wonder what it is about.
Spirit travels on, the rest is naught.


Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


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  1. savagesavante · · Reply

    I like the chaotic feeling in this poem, makes me question every thing I have been told or know. it’s beautiful :)


    1. Thank you so much. I appreciate it.

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