Thursday, March 22, 2007

Apathy's Lake

I wrote this poem in reflection of current going ons at the seminary as well as my trip to Washington, D.C. Enjoy.

Waters draw attention to reflection,
winds over waves whisper quiet promise;
behind me ancient paths call for travel
on narrow pathways and winding roads.
On the distant shore I can see the masses
leaping into the lake’s warm waters;
mindlessness grips their hearts and in they go
into the darkness of Apathy’s arms.
Turning from this place, I slowly return,
contemplating the welcoming warmth,
realizing that I am weeping from pain;
I weep for this burden of knowledge.

Apathy offers a promise of peace;
hers is a lie without a release.

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