An Ode to Robert Bly
soul of the profiteer. Who is the champion of rightdoing and who the nemesis of wrongdoing? The sadness of children's screams; the reality of wrongdoing echoes across the known universe. Christ weeps for the dead and dying. Until love lifts its healing head; we are plagued by hate and deadly deeds. The island of tranquility stands alone in a sea of chaos. We know it is there. Getting to it is not that great. We have each other the poet pleads. The greedy look the other way; counting their thirty pieces. What profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his soul? Hang in there Ben, Dave * * * Thank you so much for those words of encouragement so many years ago Dave. I will never forget you, rest in peace my friend. Until we meet again, Ben |
17 January 2014
An Ode to Robert Bly
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