So to return to such dimmed delusion
Wander within the grand illusion
Yea still to at times despair
Or what seemed yet nearly there
Tis gone, once more
To think as to be so wild eyed
Too zealous to allow
What ere may come
And in time to see how numb
And cold so easily the heart is changed
Thine idols reveal
What desires most: the thrill
To seek thy own will
For a time
Seems but sublime
Though tis foolish
And folly
Twill not satisfy
All round lie
Counterfeited copies
Counting on the smallest
Deception to divide
Spirit from mind
If only to pierce
Such a space between
What then
Could one make
Of the heart
Of men
All are but fragile
And futile
To think
One to abstain
From their
Natural desires
Only something
Far beyond
The strength of man
Could ere o'er take
For loves own sake
Tis not of this race
Twould seem as ere disgrace
To be brought so low
And take the blow
For thine own
Fallen brother
None but one so just
None but one so rare
Would take the risk
For all
To forgive
To love
And bare the blame
To restore
That which was broken
In hopes
That some may return
In favor again
None could be found
In the hearts
Of men
None but that which is found
Beyond all heaven and earth
None but that one
Didst give them birth
Could carry
Such a burden
Bearing deep
For all the souls
Of men
Tis that which divides
Between the two
That can save
From all
Destruction
-Joshua Lee Foist
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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