2 Sides Of Perfection
Hail the seraphs, and let them bring the light;
As from the depth of our life we fight,
To live and be delivered from the night;
Into an Empire of bleakness, edged upon twilight.
From the heart of the womb,
came a babe; crying in sanguine;
Opened its tiny mouth and bellowed,
A cry of such depth it seemed to say,
'I am here, I am alive'.
From the depth of the bed,
lies a broken man, alone and dying,
opens his aged mouth, and sighs,
A sombre sound it seemed to say,
'My time is done, I am gone'
Thomas Brown (C) 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010