One night he sat beneath the stars
Dreaming thoughts of mortal men
Of lives unchanged and wars unwaged
And many peoples fallen
He dreamt of living in the sky
Watching lives of earthly men
He thought of seeing all their scars
And wishing he were one of them.
He thought of life, and hope, and death
The paths where each man’s journey lay
He dreamt of time where peace may rule
And in God’s love each man might stay.
He dreamt of sickness, weakness, hate
The thorns of each man’s broken climb.
He thought of what it takes to reach
The heaven at the end of time.
He thought of greed and jealous envy
And saw that his whole world was green
He dreamt that man might love his neighbor
And might provide for each man’s need.
That night he sat beneath the stars
Dreaming thoughts of mortal men
But never would he think to guess
That he might just be one of them.
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Quid Sum [Poetry]
SpiritualI always manage to pull through the day, if only for those six hours in the silent night, where my imagination shapes reality and even the darkness can hold the tiniest glimmer of hope.
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