I wrote this poem Lost Beyond The Rift while listening to opera in early 2007
Lost Beyond The Rift
Fallen from the grace of heaven
Upon the land of flint and bone, through driving rains
I wait and wonder. To only think and ponder
Beyond the horizon hangs a glimmer of hope
Beneath a sky as black as sack cloth
One mans fate is another mans burden
Beside the way side no place to rest my head this night
Darkened seas swell to only break upon the unsuspecting shore
Lost beyond the rift forever more
Long have I waited for the longing of my life's desire?
As distant fires burn like beacons in the night
To mark the passage of humanity's plight
As hope hangs in the balance
Will light and love spring forth from heaven?
Spreading goodwill forwards
Into the hearts off my fellow man
Brothers burdened by their plight
But not forgotten beneath the skies this night
For in their hearts they hold the light
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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