the hosts that come with ineffectual grace
to conquer places best left to their own
have not a proper sense of time and place
the hosts that come with ineffectual grace
we know that earth's an island in dark space
and all around it lies a vast unknown
the hosts that come with ineffectual grace
to conquer places best left on their own
flowers we know have raised their heads and blown
a vision comes and lets its children smile
all of our virtues rest in what's been shown
flowers we know have raised their heads and blown
the gardener knows best just what's been sown
the seeds will turn to plants in a short while
flowers we know have raised their heads and blown
a vision comes and lets its children smile
against the darkest choices we'll resile
needs that we measure are not truest needs
the urgencies we've learned fill up a pile
against the darkest choices we'll resile
if we reject the anger and the bile
we'll find that balance nominates the deeds
against the darknest choices we'll resile
needs that we measure are not truest needs
each gardener knows best how to kill weeds
the sun shines forth on every noble face
anger we learn only destruction breeds
each gardener knows best how to kill weeds
life in its usual way bubbles and bleeds
the emissaries return to their own base
each gardener knows best how to kill weeds
the sun shines forth on every noble face
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
19 July 2007
ineffectual grace
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