#painted symphony

If a century eclipses another century and a millennium fades to ashes and pages in a book - what of the lives of the men who once walked before? 

What of the Age where poems were written, where forests were once called "glades" that held reverence, mystery and tranquility. What of the Age where people revered in the Lord's Grace and walked with Him? What of the Ages that I have failed to know of? What of those that led to making that Age known? The lives of men and women if they are eclipsed by achievement and over-achievement? If the glades but turned, churned and burned in the fires of industry?

What of the tales that taught character, chivalry, morale and of Christ? The fables and parables that schooled the young and drew pause to the old? What of them? When they are now shadowed by different innovations?

Who are we? The fruits of a tree. Where are our roots grounded upon? I with the Lord.

Do you remember who we men once were and why we are led to who we are now? That salvation is by the Lord's Grace through faith not of good works. The wicked forgiven. The unjust counseled. Or are we still in the smog of worldly industry and blank stares into our screens.