Sunday, June 21, 2009

He Said

I was never Fated
For the quiet, unexamined life.

God said to me
In my sleep before birth,
You will suffer - profoundly.
He said,
Though the trees shall be green each summer
And bare each winter,
Yet the birds shall sit always
Upon the branches and sing to you
The Beauty of the World.

Therefore find the branches
In your Heart
Where the birds sit
And feed them -
Or they shall die.
And you will suffer without song.

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