"…..Like Gold"

I’ve known pain
I’ve known fear chilling than the harmattan air
Pain, fiercer and harsher than the whips of a thousand horsemen
My soul sank deep into the river of pain and fear
I sought refuge in the bosom of the younger dawns
I hid in their embrace and they comforted me
I dreamt of the rebirth of her garden in all its glory
I felt the healing miracle of the morning sun when Eva
bathed in her warmth; and I saw her inhabitants,
came alive with the songs of the birds, and fluttering flowers in the breeze
I’ve known pain;
Nameless, faceless fear
I sunk deep into their depths
And they hurt no more

0 Replies to “"…..Like Gold"”

  1. Ode to Horace Mann
    Be ashamed to die until you have won some
    victory for humanity. – Horace Mann
    Be aware that energy is life, save some for your kids.
    Be afraid that our minds are bent by news, not books.
    Be awed by the healing power of the simple purple cone flower.
    Be awake before the bombs drop, before the money rules.
    Be agile: live in a town that walks and bikes to work and play.
    Be amused by ants and birds, goats and potato fields, lilacs and sycamores.
    Be angry only long enough to solve the problem, then move on.
    Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

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