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Everyone says that it’s alright
Living in darkness every night
But I think it’s time to find outAnd make that change
Farther along we’ll understand why
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine
We’ll understand this, all by and byTempted and tried, I wondered why
The good man died, the bad man thrives
And Jesus cries because he loves em’ both
We’re all cast-aways in need of ropes
Hangin’ on by the last threads of our hope
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I will always agree with this sentiment! Been reading Whitman lately and a little of Rimbaud even. Poetry truly makes the heart come alive! Have you seen Dead Poets Society? Always a good one!
Thank you, Seth. I needed that.
Thank you my friend.
Excellent, Seth. Well said. And well-written. This is a poem in itself!
…stunning picture!
Look forward to hearing some Cambodian “poems” when you return. Godspeed, brother!
Beautifully put…. poetry excites my soul for sure. Thank you for this.
thanks for this post seth. i just found out about a suicide back home that just happened that hits really close to home for me…ill save the details for when i see you in person. it’s been an incredibly hard two weeks for me. this post spoke to me. thanks. look forward to seeing you
Go bless those girls in Cambodia! Keep up the good work brother. You are making such an impact in this coach’s life! Bless you man.
Abuse kills creativity. It takes a long time to come back. Poetry and dreaming and music help, but are hard to come by for a wounded soul. How can we make more corporate space for this, so life and health seep back in to painful, scarred places? “We need more poetry in our lives…” — such good words!