At Least One
There must be at least one
on this earth who preserves the idea, one impractical fool who will not bend the knee but chooses to turn the cheek. There must be at least one
on this bruised plain who wears the look of rightness, a long-sufferer who knows the wounds men make do not quickly heal. There must be at least one
in this shadowed valley who will cede life for a friend, a willed renunciator of the present in favor of a future.
There must be at least one with no commercial value, whose very life reminds us of our
lovely and terrible birthright, one who longs for the appearing.
on this earth who preserves the idea, one impractical fool who will not bend the knee but chooses to turn the cheek. There must be at least one
on this bruised plain who wears the look of rightness, a long-sufferer who knows the wounds men make do not quickly heal. There must be at least one
in this shadowed valley who will cede life for a friend, a willed renunciator of the present in favor of a future.
There must be at least one with no commercial value, whose very life reminds us of our
lovely and terrible birthright, one who longs for the appearing.
I am longing, longing indeed
Me too…thank you.
John, this is fresh water pouring. How timely for me as I recall a conversation I had with my father yesterday where we talked much about what we’re all carrying and if we carry others more than the rest.
Rachel, I’m thankful the words appeared at a good time. I’d be interested to hear your thoughts about the ‘carrying’…