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Click hereJob is my cousin; I know what it's like to have the blues. I know what it means to be alone, bare hands braving the icy wind to clutch "The Mystery of the African Mask." I've manned the pumps as the tempest's tears flooded the ship, heard drowning rats shrieking: "Tommorow, tommorow, and tommorow," been deafened by the helicopter's roar and blinded by its hostile spot-light. Yes, I have supped full with horrors and had depression for dessert.
But everyday there is a new sun and we are born again in the dew of our earthly mother. So I shower, shake my gory locks and launch a new campaign to make just one more day. I dress myself in a toothy smile, take a walk and mingle with my brothers the sparrows.
My pen shall be a sword to eloquently howl against inequity but even more to sing the praises of the green light of the future, which is not an electric orgy but an orchid garden in heaven. I will open the present moment with alacrity for it will be a Phish or a shiny apple and certainly not a serpent. Above all, I will fight to be my brother's keeper as my heavenly father has been mine.
The last line of this beautiful heartfelt rendering says it all, "Above all, I will fight to be my brother's keeper as my heavenly father has been mine." May it ever be so.
thanks for the journey in the mind of seannelson!
interesting and hopeful of inspiration and energy,
a revival written in witty words ~ nice
a song for the suffering, (excellent thoughts)