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