67
When dreams fail
The faceless no longer live,
And Peace,
Is buried under the debris of
Fallen roofs.
A seed once scattered
Is like the child
At the crossroad.
Someone took my hand
And bent it over a rake,
Less I be too blind
To the worth of fields,
And be lost to work forever.
68
A mind
is forever
Like the rough boards
of childhood.
Lilies are
like full grown men
They spend their days
in the fieldsAnd be lost to work forever.
69
It is sad
If to be accepted,
We have to be
Like everyone else.
The last pebbles eased themselves
Painlessly,
From under my heart
Half born from a block of stone
I saw the man I was
yesterday,
Standing alone in the garden
of visions.
Perhaps he will open himself
to me today.
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Meditations
ŞiirOriginally a long page of free verses written by my father, I broke this down into chapters of three verses each and posted them up here. These were posted on FictionPress first.
