Help Shall Come

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    Help Shall Come

     By far I say the help shall come, lying still in muck and mere.
    Still, more than life of branch and tree.
    While dust and dirt hold grip to me,
    I try to move without a stir.
    The light is coming from within, brighter than any sun, I've ever seen.
    eye's open! eyes open! For death has passed over me.

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    brokenwings25 commented on Help Shall Come

    10-27-2009

    I think many people can remember a feeling like that at one time or another, or want to feel like that.
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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