Still the black birds fly from his mind, Yet the dark things soar: Multiplied, ascending towards the light of light, Breaching the clouded barrier door. Whilst lift of thought and transcendency, Compelling all up and up again, The man, his white, pure face he bears, But void his eyes remain.
He is dressed for others and not himself...dressed to present a pleasing appearance...to hide the chaos and decay that swirl inside his heart and mind. Only he cannot hide for "out of the fullness of the heart the mouth speaks". The darkness takes shape and swirls out into the world to reak havoc on other hearts. Those hearts, in turn, cannot hide their darkness. And that is the great, and terrible, cycle.
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March 2006: An Utterance of Thought
Allusion.
True.
Still the black birds fly from his mind,
Yet the dark things soar:
Multiplied, ascending towards the light of light,
Breaching the clouded barrier door.
Whilst lift of thought and transcendency,
Compelling all up and up again,
The man, his white, pure face he bears,
But void his eyes remain.
He is dressed for others and not himself...dressed to present a pleasing appearance...to hide the chaos and decay that swirl inside his heart and mind. Only he cannot hide for "out of the fullness of the heart the mouth speaks". The darkness takes shape and swirls out into the world to reak havoc on other hearts. Those hearts, in turn, cannot hide their darkness. And that is the great, and terrible, cycle.
And yet, light is beginning to dawn . . . the darkness is fleeing . . . perhaps soon the mask will crack revealing a living soul. Do you think?
The first thing that came to my mind was: "Hi, I'm Monica!" (angelic music)
What??? Oh! Touched by an Angel! I get it. . . I think.
..."God loves you and has a plan for your life."
(Monica)
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