I have sought a cadre of people.
Who will be my partners in crime?
I have felt the need to rest my thoughts on another
And take theirs together as mine.
My world is too big to be populated by myself alone.
My writings have been a good friend to me.
But to see them animated in someone else,
That must be a satisfaction divine.
Give me the pioneers.
Give me a cause to fight in
And a band.
And I would be a happy soldier
singing while I walked in stride.
Engaged in body, soul and mind.
If you find that band,
don't let it dissolve.
For all else you can have again.
But the chance to move as one -
Is the chance for Zion.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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Great poem! You are so good with words.
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