~ (~) ~ ""hold On!"" ~ (~) ~ (Part #4 of 4) ~ (~) ~
Arrogance is the belittlement, empty lie... the stinking meat-pie-left-unheated and alone in the
practical-wisdom-of-the-stove. The sometimes deadly and ambitious-quest for an-easier-day-
runaway-out-of-control-street-car-broken down mind trap-flimsy cardboard shelter of the-
ages,
opportunistic,
like the sea gulls singing-sailing along riding away between-the very-weight of-bullets-in-lieu
of-the sting... raving against the raging winds.
Such it is the grand spectacle once hailed-as eminent-as it-is now the great-forbidding, the-
wandering souls' obedience-carrying the seed of the weary-mans burden-falling-down found-
shuffling-rustling-up-in-between-the-cracks in-the-floor hand-fed to-the-gully-men slaves-
peace-plays on the-minds-of everyone-as they-row, what-ever rugged cross... .
Grief-does not-lay down-upon one no but-everyone an-ever-perfect, bed-of-roses... thorns,
blessing them each equally all their blood sweat and tears-their-brokenness of spirit-
amended... .
Propitious-faith-is-fond-having heard the-echos-yes the little-many-giddy... joyous children,
frolicking away mid the quiet laughter playing-together in the fields grown up among the
weeds of division,
illustrious, God gracious relish's in-this.
Shadows-cast their-jest... merciful-tears they lay down-surrendered-themselves-on-the
other-side of the-light... the lovely, lowly-gentle-color-grey several varied pail shades-crisper
is the-deeper distinction... the grace that-shines reminds-and as-they dance mid-this area...
love-open illuminates-them in-their delight.
The-Sun carries the-Earth and-Moon, and-would it-be-whatever-land, even-if you-would-
consider, America, hope-upholds each in-their name, all-through the-offering-simpler passing-
of time, space... in-view of that-wonderful-home-on-the-hill awaiting all-of us, in that-even-
greater-land... that-lies beyond... .
The-eyes of-a-child remain-innocent forever-young, chasing-the grass-hoppers-communing
openly with the garden snake laying down with the deer bunny hopping with the cotton tail,
or-jack-rabbits perusing the caves-kissing the-humble mantis as-she prays, though too... she-
carry the-heart black as-a-widow-as-she mates... .
Forgiveness-I-believe being the greater-focus of her-faith... !
Joy-being the lavender-fields in-which their offspring-play... !
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010
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