And Then A Sleeping Giant Woke In Me Poem by paul anthony

And then a sleeping giant woke in me
And time, it's power broke, was pushed aside
And I saw life's line, it's trail of hopeless promise,
It's bloody trail, stretched back a million years
And more. Of broken dreams and crushed ideals,
Of souls crying out for something ever new,
That once touched would not fade like tortured mist,
Or drift into the pain of banality
But flourish as a special sacred thing,
A god to worship, but not idolize,
Against the bitter loneliness of time.
And I saw this line in me, this mixing
Of elements and need, this restless urge,
This curse, the gnawing need to need to understand.
But knowing, the knowledge dwarfs all action
And spawns the fatal seeds of apathy.
For who can look on the gaping maw of time
And not flinch before it's harsh necessity?
Turn away in pain and anguish rather
Than face the brutal facts of life gone by.
Knowing only that which could, must succeed.
And in the ruthless search for eyes to see,
For hands to grip and hold, for nerves to feel,
For a brain to think and a mouth to speak,
Left a legion of weaker strains extinct.
And I knew this cruelty was in me
Bred by life which also bred the wonder.
Wonder at a giant who would not yield
Though it's hope stumbled, fell - the weight of years
So hard to bear - and harder still to ease!
It was renewed, each new born babe a hope
Who'd never lived and never died before