This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO

OF THE YEAR

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The animals know.
Hoofed, finned, pawed and winged,
They discern what's coming
And what's come before.

The animals sense us
Better than we ourselves.

Most ably they detect;
Seeing no person,
Master or slave,
Rise to the bravery.

To the heart, like a cavern
Where we howl and want,
We’ve not risen.

We’ve not ascended
To greet darkness with sword.

We’ve not, they sense, listened.
We mistook the resonance
Of our quickening heart beat
As the sympathy of charity
And not the call to action.

If we listen near enough;
Want, envision, hope, dream,
We may yet sense our wings.

(copywright 06 mrp)

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