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(.............sept2) Credo of the Return
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Until the sacred is restored,
until the world is born anew from the silent Center
every time I open these eyes,
until the noise is all filtered out,
until we walk and move tall again like gods
and the living spirit throbs in every cell,
until every word we speak
partakes innocently of the Word that began everything,
until even in mundane life, the tongue is only a medium
for a heart to speak with a heart,
and the eyes are clean with the sun of seeing,
until then I am only an amnesiac trying to remember,
until then my entire being
is merely a muscle of striving,
for I will never be able to understand
or accept the fallen world.
Max Reif
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Julia Klimenova
(7/18/2009 6:09:00 AM) |
It may be a fallen flawed world, but as long as there is such poetry in it, there is hope. Loved it. Warmly yours, Julia
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Coll B. Lue
(9/8/2007 3:36:00 PM) |
This poem has a beautiful sound to it and a future time when a new creation will be borne. Really enjoyable to read, thanks.
Coll
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Cheryl Moyer
(9/4/2007 7:11:00 AM) |
Yes Max -
Until the sacred is restored, I will read and reread your poems to feel that future joy.
LOL - Cheryl
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(9/3/2007 1:48:00 PM) |
This is a most inspirational as well as wonderful write. You are an excellent writer, a real poet. ~ ~ ~marci.x.~ ~ ~
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