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Saturday, December 11, 2004

Will We Ever Learn?

Endless journeys tinker of agonized souls.

Filling the skies above

and the bowels of earth below.

Fitful, restless spirits

Cry out from their infinities plight

They chase false dreams

Led on by mans faltering schemes.

Trapped now are they

to a veiled and dogmatic time.

Children lost of sacred heart,

divine visions of old gray men

who, but now wander aimlessly

in the sighing� crying dark.

Women of forgotten virtue,

Cajole sisters mired in sin,

for time is torn and broken,

as new and perilous journeys begin.

Laughter rises now from a tepid steam

As naysayers continue in the revelry

of the devils unrelenting dream.

Blind and crippled priest,

Now line the sanctuary halls,

where mosaics speak in tongues

detailing a nations fall.

In this place

Where we once sought Gods face

candles no longer burn.

Yet still we cry out in hate

Oh Lord�

Will we ever learn?

J. Allen Wilson � 2004

Sighs In The Night

www.Jallenwilson.com

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Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on February 3, 2005

well said

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

You really are one of the finest poets here at AD (and anywhere else:) Beautiful write.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

Very insightful write!

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

Exceptional! Once again an excellent poem moving to a dramatic and powerful finale. Well done Allen.

Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

Thought provoking. R

Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

I thought this was really such a very excellent poem Allen, in my opinion one of you finest, Al

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

for time is torn and broken

you have a way, Allen, of planting such incredible truths in each of your poems (above is just one example that grabbed me here). thank you for awakening us to what matters most and for conveying a sense of urgency for change. may we each ponder what we might do to be a part of the needed change. Dawn

Reviewed by Dave Harm

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

The only way to kill hate is with love. Excellent.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

mankind will eradicate hate only when he allows the evolving grace of the universal spirit to preside within ...

powerful and enlightened poetry ...

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

Hate will never become an unused emotion unless we allow it too, and that is bloody not likely, I am afraid, although the thought will always be there as long as one poet, like yourself, does keep the flame of love lit...Ed & Rufuz

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

Yet still we cry out in hate!

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

Allen,
Humans seem to be quite the stubborn species...You've asked a million dollar question..to which there seems to be no answer too.
Excellent write.

Lisa

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

"Will We Ever Learn?" is a poetic siren warning and pondering; delivering a profound message on a Scroll written with an onyx stylus.

Thank You for posting "Will We Ever Learn?".

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on December 12, 2004

Outstanding and such deep excellent poetry, what a mood this gave me, absolutely excellent.

Reindeer

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on December 11, 2004

Excellent question, one that I'm afraid to answer in the negative because it would be true. We will only learn when, collectively, our first thought is of Him and, sadly, that is getting more and more unlikely. Superb poem as always J Allen...

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