To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Thursday, February 12, 2015
What If It Isn't Exactly The Dreamland You Wanted
what if it isn't exactly the dreamland you wanted in your dream
will you still make do behind your cheerful curtains with the ruffles?
and you ordered the cherry sprigged dress and not the one
with the yellow pockets well, it's a dream, what can be done is done
by someone shifting the scenery.
or the hills or pink or they are blue
and the painters are all painting it that way in the dream studio
but you there in the doorway whose dream it is are
standing in the doorway and can't move a shoe inside
well what do you want? A bus to dreamland?
I dreamed of buses too. the drivers forgot where they were going