Dead Man Walking
Dostoyevsky on his way to the firing squad
Died a thousand times with each step
Drank everything in:
Each mood, each whim
Each texture, nuance, shape, color
Saw everything through the eyes of God.
Remembered!
Felt time still to outside in
All is within! All is within!
Felt eternity in a moment’s thrill
Cried the tears of the damned in sin
And felt the loss he was about to win.
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Love a teaching poem: Fyodor Dostoyevsky was a freedom maverick! So brave against the Czars....
'Felt time still to outside in
All is within! All is within!'
Beautiful, as is your portrayal of his lucidity during those moments before .... reprieve.. Powerful write.
Thank you Tom!
Love, Suzie :-D
Regis