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The Dawning of the Son (Edited and Re-posted)
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Freely_expressing Member
since 2008-10-16
Posts 69NSW, Australia |
High above the lonely suburbs I stand there, alone, and look out No trees, no life, not even birds No noise except my silent shout All but streetlights extinguish The darkness falls like a mask Hiding the Earth’s face of anguish “Why all the suffering?” I ask But nobody hears, nobody cares My questions die on my lips Because no audience is there I’m reading from unwritten scripts This song is my own, none other’s I sing to ease pain on this earth The pain of my sisters and brothers Only I see the melody’s worth I reach out my hands to this world Hands scarred by a fight I must win In those hands a baton still twirls But rejected love rages within Conducting for blinded musicians I have hardly begun to achieve The greatest of my life ambitions To bring hope to those who still grieve But as I look out hope ignites A blade of brilliant light appears Piercing the heart of this night Will they finally notice the tears? The sunrise, like avenging fire Blazes across distant sky My voice soars higher and higher Hoping someone will hear my cry The cry of a heart that bleeds For those who I cannot protect I need more than fingered prayer beads I need something more like respect How to give what is not wanted? To heal those who admit no pain? Despite all this, I am undaunted One day I will remove this stain The world will sing in harmony When I finally succeed Like ebony and ivory All races renouncing their greed The Fallen One - my greatest foe Spreads dissonance like disease But pain will reach a crescendo And bring Him to his knees When all have the seen the truth of life And heard the last cadence The truth will cut them like a knife Only suffering awaits them hence So on I sing to those still deaf With my persecuted choir I see only one option left To save them all from fire So I play the painful concerto To achieve my final goal It was written for me alone And played to make the broken whole My voice was broke, harsh as I wept I spread my arms and bowed my head But the power of love I had still kept I died, but am no longer dead Now all required for them to gain The priceless joy of release Is that they hear my note of pain And help complete my masterpiece Then on that day when mortals fade They will escape the righteous wrath Of him to whom they humbly prayed And wisely chose the narrow path |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I would imagine if you keep playing a painful concerto those that were meant to hear it will. Nicely done. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Beautifully written piece... and very powerful. "How to give what is not wanted? To heal those who admit no pain?" It's sad to see those people from our perspective... I can't imagine seeing them from His. You've given me some insight. Well done. Michael |
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Freely_expressing Member
since 2008-10-16
Posts 69NSW, Australia |
It is the continuing to play that get's hard though isn't it? Thank you again for your comments. I found that writing this poem gave me much the same insight Michael! I'm glad you appreciated it. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Now all required for them to gain The priceless joy of release Is that they hear my note of pain I'm glad I got the chance to read this powerful poem... it's beautiful! |
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