Post by mfwilkie on Oct 22, 2012 12:48:05 GMT -5
Roll Back the Stone
Ken_Nye
After a period of rest,
peace and silence,
cool air and time to think,
He rolled back the stone
and changed the world.
I have seen souls destroyed,
dreams shattered,
relationships decayed,
self-concepts reduced to shreds.
Sometimes they have been near death,
sometimes appearing like death walking,
sometimes so empty the pupil of the soul
indicates nothing, no response at all.
But, deep inside the dark cave of self,
there remain traces
of spirit,
faint impulses,
not discernible to anyone but the empty souls themselves.
And, given the time and the
quiet and the period of peace,
the tiny sparks of life
grow in strength and intensity,
until, with the courage of warriors,
the persons once dead
rise up off palettes of despair
and roll back the stone,
stagger into the sunlight
where souls start to mend,
pieces of dreams begin to fit,
disintegrated relationships
slowly rebuild, and
the faces in the mirror smile again.
Friends will look for them in the cave
and find the stone moved,
the cave empty,
and wonder at the mystery and power
and determination to live of the souls
they thought were dead.
Ken_Nye
After a period of rest,
peace and silence,
cool air and time to think,
He rolled back the stone
and changed the world.
I have seen souls destroyed,
dreams shattered,
relationships decayed,
self-concepts reduced to shreds.
Sometimes they have been near death,
sometimes appearing like death walking,
sometimes so empty the pupil of the soul
indicates nothing, no response at all.
But, deep inside the dark cave of self,
there remain traces
of spirit,
faint impulses,
not discernible to anyone but the empty souls themselves.
And, given the time and the
quiet and the period of peace,
the tiny sparks of life
grow in strength and intensity,
until, with the courage of warriors,
the persons once dead
rise up off palettes of despair
and roll back the stone,
stagger into the sunlight
where souls start to mend,
pieces of dreams begin to fit,
disintegrated relationships
slowly rebuild, and
the faces in the mirror smile again.
Friends will look for them in the cave
and find the stone moved,
the cave empty,
and wonder at the mystery and power
and determination to live of the souls
they thought were dead.