Dedicated to a brilliant writer, a sober and intelligent man, who seemed able to keep his faith through the pain of belonging to a community of fools.
suddenly everything gets to me
The familiar words of a stranger
who writes what my being needs
I imagine
that in his old age
he is tired
he says
And every part of me wants to reach out and just let him know
He kept me believing
with his sober words
I feel certain
that if I were to stand up and say
"let's not be drunk on faith
but sober on faith
on love
and on knowledge
and above all wisdom"
He would smile
and know he made a difference
At least in my life
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Written on 2010-12-15 at 03:08
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Making a difference
It's late..suddenly everything gets to me
The familiar words of a stranger
who writes what my being needs
I imagine
that in his old age
he is tired
he says
And every part of me wants to reach out and just let him know
He kept me believing
with his sober words
I feel certain
that if I were to stand up and say
"let's not be drunk on faith
but sober on faith
on love
and on knowledge
and above all wisdom"
He would smile
and know he made a difference
At least in my life
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 441 times
Written on 2010-12-15 at 03:08
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