InvocationA Poem by Joel M FryeA candle burns for all of you today; marshals its unflinching flame, braces for the quick sharp blast of sudden breath as the dark inhales a strand of smoke. I know the darkness but I am no prince, just another faceless futile serf scratching out a meager sustenance from the barren, stony soil of conscience. The field lay fallow far too long a time and weedy evil flourished, nourished by the rocks which trip me, send me sprawling on the ground where you once grew as flowers, wild with color, ripe with scent - just peace planted with no purpose but to please me. Each of you would bloom in your own season, bringing me to roll and thrash among you; trampling blossoms, stomping on your stems and walking off elated, smeared with your perfume, unthinking of the crushed and damaged leaves and unconcerned to cultivate your growth. An undeserved damnation of indifference damped your fragrance, dried your living colors and left your stalks to rustle in the wind which whistles, cold and steady through my life. Day by day I now pull weeds, dig up stones, sow what seeds I have, pray for grace and rain and light a candle for you every Sunday... and for good measure, curse the darkness still. (c)1999 Joel M. Frye
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4 Reviews Added on April 23, 2011 Last Updated on April 23, 2011 AuthorJoel M FryeSt Petersburg, FLAbouthttp://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/3w6q0yrymv/01_Ballad_to_Ben.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/jhjs7gw3cz/02_What_Do_I_Say.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/652qs6u270/03_Lady_Chasing_Rainbows.mp3 htt.. more..Writing
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