Number Three
You can't comprehend,
What you need to mend.
Don't confuse His sheep
In Him they must sleep.
The more you confuse,
The sadder the news.
Four Horses alive,
And now there are five.
Some call Him Ome,
'cept those who roam
Away you see,
from His eternity.
He is eternal,
But we're in time.
Can be paternal,
But we all must climb.
No gods before Me,
Don't block their view.
You can't foresee,
What's in store for you.
You still have time,
Tho' days grow short.
To choose the sublime
Or bring the fifth horse forth.
By Carmen C. Chimento - 10/27/05