The Recorder

Is there a recorder, somewhere
Noting down our every act?
I doubt the fact
Of god
But who has not
In the depths of dreams
Heard the recorder
That does die with I,
And seen
The thick black book
Wherein his every sin
Is writ?
And when he is gone
The record lives on
Be it known or not.

9 thoughts on “The Recorder

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      Thank you, Michael. You also, enjoy your weekend. It looks as though it will be a hot one here in the UK, but the predicted rain should cool things down somewhat. Kevin

      Reply

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