Saturday, January 23, 2010

Cup of Conflict Winter 1973

I am so weary
Fatigued past health, beyond comprehension.
New life is joining my system
And the initial contact has sickened me.

All the ways of the world uncovered
For me have been at war;
We couriers of life, hard-pressed
Until even life seems but little.

I watch as this great matter flows on, like a river
Being touched and learning I mustn’t grasp
Being immersed but learning I mustn’t drown

The concerns of the Spirit, ever brooding the hatch,
Biding time, lingering
And probing into those who rejoice in it,
Seeking couriers through whom to work
And hearts in which to dwell

Who will redeem the time for us
When the days are so evil?

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