under the heavy sky a clearer sight
the weight of air can set the spirit free
we hope for justice not for might
under the heavy sky a clearer sight
praise now the gentle quality of light
the way it softens every leaf and tree
under the heavy sky a a clearer sight
the weight of air can set the spirit free
we want the world to mean as well as be
a weight of thought within the heavy air
the sort of thing that all the wise may see
we want the world to mean as well as be
we face the morning and we bend the knee
honour and mercy are a joyful pair
we want the world to mean as well as be
a weight of thought within the heavy air
the matter is that we can't truly dare
to think as heavy all the weight of light
the rules as we have learned them are not fair
the matter is that we can't truly dare
we know that we can never give up care
the world is always spoiling for a fight
the matter is that we can't truly dare
to think as heavy all the weight of light
we are not caught in any nasty plight
powers are not dispelled by mere decree
a rule is made within the power of right
we are not caught in any nasty plight
at the last end there is a sweeter light
the river flows in happiness to sea
we are not caught in any nasty plight
powers are not dispelled by mere decree
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
15 July 2007
a little patience
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