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Where troubles play

A poem about spiritual change ,

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sara

Date:

25 December 2006

Author:

unknown

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Where troubles play

Where troubles play the feeling's right,
The world comes out to see
The wind that's calling to the moon
And pine-scent floating free.

And on the howls of distant dogs,
And down unto the sea,
In freezing air beneath cold stars
My spirit spoke to me:

'Too long you've waited, time is done,
Too long - the time is right!
You change upon this mountain top,
You change, you change tonight!'

'Too long,' I groaned, 'the time is done:'
'Too long' - I held my head:
Better I had been unborn,
Better I was dead,

Better I had found a fire
And thrown myself in there -
To change myselfand live with pride
Was more than I could dare.

But all he said my spirit,
Was, 'Stand up tall and straight -
The time has come for change tonight' -
My spirit will not wait.

-unknown -

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akshaya Says:

Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:30 am

awesome cool

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