Quote of the moment

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things

Sep 28, 2009

Heart Beat

Heart beats within the chest
It slows no longer fighting fate
Will failed long in the past
Always too little, always too late

A long time ago in a land far away
It was ordained that life would be
Locked in a way or the ill of man
In stone was written that destiny
Path was set with traps to snare
Choices set to temp along the way
In truth though all forks led the same
The only reward continued dismay

Heart beats within the chest
It slows no longer fighting fate
Will failed long in the past
Always too little, always too late

Heart of will gave up long ago
Soul given away was gladly taken
Mild broken from the beginning
Dreams all folly for the forsaken
While the carrot of happiness held
By the hand of persuasion aglow
So the clown would follow behind
In end all for the world a show

Heart beats within the chest
It slows no longer fighting fate
Will failed long in the past
Always too little, always too late

I have fought the fight
Long past any scrap of will
Continued on without hope
To promises I hold still
Every hope died long ago
Last faith past from sight
Forgotten when mind gave in
Finally body surrenders the fight

Heart beats within the chest
It slows no longer fighting fate
Will failed long in the past
Always too little, always too late




G - Sept 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 3:33 PM

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