An Ode to Robert Bly
soul of the profiteer.
Who is the champion of rightdoing and who the nemesis
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
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
Hang in there Ben,
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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,