Stories of Another Time
The Poetry of Thomas Theodore Welborn
Come The Season
04-01-92
Come the season, again
The sealed book of the earth is opened
The pages torn, jumbled, again
The story they tell likewise.
Come the season, my friend
We will walk upon the book
Collecting pages out of order
Yet still their story’s told.
A picture of each origin
Develops in my mind
Of he who stood there so long ago
Leaving his history in stone behind.
Come the season, what joy
The age of re-discovery
Hopeful and determined to be
In the right place, at the right time.
Come the season…
Endless
We have been here before
Countless times transformed
We have been the sun, and stars
Before the Earth was born
We change yet are the same
We turn and yet are still
As one with our creator
His mysteries reveal
We seek the seventh heaven
To know him face to face
The answer to our questions
The peace you can’t replace
We sacrifice our lives
In answer to his call
Give all we have to give
Hardly anything at all
In the greatness of his being
That he would notice us
And care for our endeavors
Merely gathered bits of dust
In the vastness of space We're imperceptibly small
And in the endless eons of time How can we amount to much at all…?
When the days of our lives Are but an instant
Against Eternity, so it seems How can we be significant?
A minute creature on a small planet That circles a nondescript star
One star among countless, Innumerable, impenetrably distant
Even at lightspeed Billions of light years distant
Stars, Stars! Stars!
An unimaginable number
And of such a number
Billions would have
A planet such as ours
And perhaps millions
Are peopled, inhabited
Are those millions of species
Alien…to God…?
Or his true chosen children
Like we believe we are…
Thomas Welborn
12-9-97
Creed 11-11-99
We chose our road
We are always before a crossing of paths
And we pick one
That is to say we did not make the roads
We did not put ourselves upon it
We cannot go back
To stand still is an option, but then
You’ll never know what was ahead
(Or what was down the ones not chosen for that matter)
We have the freedom to choose
A privilege and a burden
A blessing and a curse
We place our foot upon one or the other
No need to look back
The choice being made, make the best of it
Walk it impeccably, with virtue and honor
Never surrender your dignity and never give up
Always uphold the light over the darkness
Keep kindness and self-sacrifice in your heart
Remember our place amid the vastness of the Universe,
That you may maintain a humble empathy
For the Earth and all it’s creatures, even Man
Never forget those who came before, and
Those who died, that we might be free,
And those to come, that they might be free
And most of all remember: In the beginning was the Word,
And the greatest Word is Truth, and the greatest Truth is Love.
(untitled) 7-29-91
Deep beneath the pyramid
By night I descend to the secret chamber
And retrieve them till dawn
I open scene after scene
And enter therein at some peril
No hiding place can endure
The sandstorms of eternity
Searching here and there
Reveling in discovery, (recovery)
Lightness and harmony
Fill the universe, however briefly
Imparted meaning to madness
Restores spirit to soul
Unleashes the prisoner of Karma
To wander blissfully home.
Precocious
Birth Mother Earth
Father seed-giver Sun
Makes flesh and bone
Only begotten one
Heir to Heaven and Earth
Keeper of ancient ways
Teacher of the right
Unto the end of days
Sing a song of joy
Unto the new creation
Lambs lie down with lions
In humble exaltation
Angels fill the sky
To shout the tidings given
A son was born to die, yet
In three days he is risen
To give the great commission
Until the end of time
That we might, be sons of light
And partake in the sublime.
12-22-99
‘Life As We Know It’ 11-12-99
The psychology of a personal philosophy
Is predictably patterned by the paradigm
Of one’s preconceived prejudices, passed down by
One’s parentage, as people of a particular
Population are powerfully persuaded to
Permit no perversion of politic or passion
Purporting to be progress, lest the powers that
Preside over the populous perchance are perceived
As pawns of a putrid plutocracy who’s purpose
To persecute the poor and pamper the posh
Privileged produces provocateurs proclaiming
An End to the pompous proclivities of puerile
Politicians, pursuing peace and prosperity
For all persons in perfect proportions to
A proper percentage per capital, promoting a
Pure paradise to play and propagate in
As originally planned per the Pentateuch
Parables of prehistory; the point to ponder
Is predicated upon the previously provided
Picture positing personal perspective as
The product of place, position, and precepts,
Pre-empting the possibility of perceiving as positive
The pressures pouring and pounding upon the
Placating plebes and pundits, preventing the
New paradigm from performing the ‘prioritizing’
So presently needed.
"I am Gandhi"
Like the thousands of brave men who said “I am Spartacus!”
I am Gandhi, or rather, he is me.
His ashes floated down the Ganges and spread to all the
Waters of the earth, and now, I am him; I am the guru…
Or rather, that center of being, which Gandhi became out of circumstance
And time and place, the being that he was,
Which nothing can take away from or add to,
Beyond every thought since before he was born,
Gandhi Is… and shall be…”Always”.
And now the part of me that is Gandhi speaks:
I am the beginning and the end
I am all things and I am nothing
I am the source and he that drinks from it.
I am the truth and the good (not two)
I am the hopes and the dreams
I am the pain and the suffering…
I am humble and I am dignity
I am rights and I am justice
I am needs and I am equality
I am a servant yet I am free
I am lost yet I am found
I am a man yet I am the guru
I am Gandhi-jee…
Thomas Welborn 3-16-83 / 1:40 a.m.
After seeing the movie, ‘Gandhi’ the night of 3-15-83
Chaos Transformed
Can it be expressed in words?
Immeasurable wind, the slightest breeze
The smallest nudge, the lightest melody
One bit out of place among billions
Will change the entire future of the universe
One, of infinite diversity, joined together
By fantastic unimaginable creative spirit
Endless sensitivity to all creation
Connected in the body of Yahweh/Brahma
By bond with one man, named Abraham
By sacrifice of one man, transfigured
Crucified, and resurrected, for us all
What wonder how that heart once beat?
To open the door to a way out of chaos
How his touch, his word alone, healed
And brought light where before was only darkness.
05-05-92
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