how we as human beings look toward the horizon to create our goals...but are never satisfied...as we reach where we think is our goal we realise that there is so much more. "we are only at mid-day"
on that far line where heaven meets the ground
where the war drums of a thousand men beat
but we cannot hear a sound
where the cries of the free go unheard
and the criminals turn new leaves
where the old mango tree considered barren
bears new fruit and seeds
its here can you feel it?
the urge to swim
to meet this point where the hand of God reaches our own
where a million houses for poor young men
are built by one stone
where the power of the universe rises in the morning
and heads west toward the gardens of mourning
to shine his light
we're here dont you know it?
can you hear the drum being beat?
can you hear the cries of joy from these new free men?
can you touch the hand of God?
where is your house? where is that one stone?
yes the power of the universe rose in the morning
and yes we moved with this power without mourning
but after all this time on the horizon we realised its only mid-day
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-04-25 at 00:15
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Horizon
its there can't you see it?on that far line where heaven meets the ground
where the war drums of a thousand men beat
but we cannot hear a sound
where the cries of the free go unheard
and the criminals turn new leaves
where the old mango tree considered barren
bears new fruit and seeds
its here can you feel it?
the urge to swim
to meet this point where the hand of God reaches our own
where a million houses for poor young men
are built by one stone
where the power of the universe rises in the morning
and heads west toward the gardens of mourning
to shine his light
we're here dont you know it?
can you hear the drum being beat?
can you hear the cries of joy from these new free men?
can you touch the hand of God?
where is your house? where is that one stone?
yes the power of the universe rose in the morning
and yes we moved with this power without mourning
but after all this time on the horizon we realised its only mid-day
Poetry by Steven Mawer
Read 477 times
Written on 2006-04-25 at 00:15
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