Tethered, and yet untethered.
Free, and yet bound.
Courageous, but fearful.
Alive whilst dying...
Strong and yet so weak.
Hopeful, but losing hope.
Successful, yet failing.
Walking and stumbling.
Flying and falling.
Lost and found.....
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If I can put new hope within the heart
ReplyDeleteOf one who has lost hope
If I can help a brother up
Some difficult long slope
That seems too steep for tired feet to go
If I can help him climb
Into the light upon the hill's far crest,
I shall begrudge no time
Or strength that I spend, for well I know
How great may be his need.
If I can help through any darkened hour
I shall be glad indeed.
For I recall how often I have been
Distressed, distraught, dismayed,
And hands have reached to help, and voices called
That kept me unafraid.
If I can share this help that I have had
God knows I shall be glad
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ReplyDeleteGo Maria!! Good on you for sticking up for Gerald (read letter to the editor in today's Herald).
ReplyDeleteLove your blog Gerald. I think you'll be OK, in life, in death. Think your family will be too. No, I know they will. You're leaving them such profound richness. Keep going. It's very beautiful, this sharing of your heart and soul. Quite humbling (though not sure about some of the pics - weird!). Lots of love to you all.
ReplyDeleteI'm reminded of the titanic struggle in Holst's Mars (Planet Suite) with all those descending and ascending semitones. EXCEPT that piece rightly (being descriptive of WW1) ends in that big depressing chord of annihilation. Your piece of music will both progress and end very differently.
ReplyDeletelove,
Richard
Andrew, thanks for the poem you printed. That hits the spot nicely!
ReplyDeleteAlexander, yes it is.
Jill - when have I ever been weird??
Richard - thank you for the encouragement!
G