marc p
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Psalm 63:1
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Post by marc p on Jul 9, 2008 21:43:46 GMT -8
This is about a year old, but I came across it recently, reworked it a bit, and thought I'd share it here...
More © Marc Peter
Computers and phones and sticks and stones, my bones Ache, they break for spring to take over and bring back the warmth To my heart, from the start; Yes, I have wanted more
More than dinnertime solicitation calls More than fluorescent lights and cubicle walls More than merely hoping for a brighter day More than worry, fear, lust and shame
Numbers repeating like the bleating of a lamb I am Tired of this crunch, listening to the hunch that there is more That I should be living for more; Awake my soul!
What about the dreams we had When we were young and free? What about changing the world? What about You and me? You wait so patiently...
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Post by Josh on Jul 14, 2008 9:07:40 GMT -8
I resonate very strongly with this line, Marc.
Also, this poem reminds me of a scene in Shadowlands when Jack and his atheist friend are talking. Jack says he'll take anything but the grey in-between days between winter and spring. His atheist friend seems indifferent to the seasons. However, Jack asks him something like, "but, Marcus, don't you feel the waste?"
And his friend soberly acknowledges "of course I do" or something like that.
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