Here you are Ruby
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 8:25 pm
Wasn't sure which one to give you - I have so many ....
But here are a few of my favourites to start with - pick one (I'll trust your judgement) ...
If I must …
If I must fail
Let me not fail without cause
If I must fall
Let me fall into your arms
If I must fight
Let it be for our freedom
If I must cry
Let them be tears of Joy
If I must hurt
Let it be to still your pain
If I must go
Let it be so that you can stay
If I must forget
Let it be so that you can remember
If I must die
Let it be my season
JL Thomas © – 21 July 2005
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My Wish
I aspire to be an Investigator
A truth-pioneer
Uncovering the darkness
That lurks inside a soul tormented
By rejection, scorn and longing
The darkness which leads to acts
Of unspeakable horror and degradation
The cold and calculated extermination of the life
Of a fellow human being
A flame extinguished in it’s prime
I aspire to know why, how, when
I aspire to speak for those who have no voice
To tell their tales
Who they were, what they felt
Their last moments on this sphere
That we call home
And finally …
To bring them home
To lay them to rest
Fear assuaged, their pleas for life publicised
Recognition for their bravery in the very face of death
Peace …
I pray for compassion, empathy
And the gift of their pain
I pray for the souls of all the lifeless little bodies
Tossed away like disposable tissues on the ash-heap of life
I pray for those who remain behind
I pray for the excision of their guilt
At not being there
In those final, fatal moments
I pray for my very soul
That it may withstand the rigors of my chosen profession
That I may never lose sight of the victims
For they are responsible for the choices I have made
They inspire me, scare me, uplift me and chill me to the bone
And deserve every iota of credit I attribute to them
For they are, in part,
Who I am and what I aspire to be
JL Thomas © – April 2002
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The River
It began as but a trickle
Those many years ago
The rains and snowfalls fed it
And slowly it did grow
We didn’t see it growing
As year by year it grew
Each tiny new drop added
Summer, winter through
Years came, years went
The sun beat down
But could not stop the brook
It wound, it faltered, staggered
As each new course it took
Not sun on high, nor blood red moon
Could make it lose momentum
Meandering on each new quest
It through the valleys ran
The brook became a little stream
And still it did collect
Each little raindrop from above
As on its path it swept
The stream evolved
A river ran!
A new path it carved out
Erasing sadness, sorrow, grief
And loneliness and doubt
It so it runs today, my friends
As wild and free as ever
Along its wild and twisting path
Stop it?
No, not ever …..
JL Thomas © – May 2005
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Hug 'em if you have 'em!!
Jacs
But here are a few of my favourites to start with - pick one (I'll trust your judgement) ...
If I must …
If I must fail
Let me not fail without cause
If I must fall
Let me fall into your arms
If I must fight
Let it be for our freedom
If I must cry
Let them be tears of Joy
If I must hurt
Let it be to still your pain
If I must go
Let it be so that you can stay
If I must forget
Let it be so that you can remember
If I must die
Let it be my season
JL Thomas © – 21 July 2005
----------------------------------------
My Wish
I aspire to be an Investigator
A truth-pioneer
Uncovering the darkness
That lurks inside a soul tormented
By rejection, scorn and longing
The darkness which leads to acts
Of unspeakable horror and degradation
The cold and calculated extermination of the life
Of a fellow human being
A flame extinguished in it’s prime
I aspire to know why, how, when
I aspire to speak for those who have no voice
To tell their tales
Who they were, what they felt
Their last moments on this sphere
That we call home
And finally …
To bring them home
To lay them to rest
Fear assuaged, their pleas for life publicised
Recognition for their bravery in the very face of death
Peace …
I pray for compassion, empathy
And the gift of their pain
I pray for the souls of all the lifeless little bodies
Tossed away like disposable tissues on the ash-heap of life
I pray for those who remain behind
I pray for the excision of their guilt
At not being there
In those final, fatal moments
I pray for my very soul
That it may withstand the rigors of my chosen profession
That I may never lose sight of the victims
For they are responsible for the choices I have made
They inspire me, scare me, uplift me and chill me to the bone
And deserve every iota of credit I attribute to them
For they are, in part,
Who I am and what I aspire to be
JL Thomas © – April 2002
---------------------------------------
The River
It began as but a trickle
Those many years ago
The rains and snowfalls fed it
And slowly it did grow
We didn’t see it growing
As year by year it grew
Each tiny new drop added
Summer, winter through
Years came, years went
The sun beat down
But could not stop the brook
It wound, it faltered, staggered
As each new course it took
Not sun on high, nor blood red moon
Could make it lose momentum
Meandering on each new quest
It through the valleys ran
The brook became a little stream
And still it did collect
Each little raindrop from above
As on its path it swept
The stream evolved
A river ran!
A new path it carved out
Erasing sadness, sorrow, grief
And loneliness and doubt
It so it runs today, my friends
As wild and free as ever
Along its wild and twisting path
Stop it?
No, not ever …..
JL Thomas © – May 2005
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Hug 'em if you have 'em!!
Jacs