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Redemption for a Broken Man
Mark David Chapman
In the dark, humming the words
To “Here Comes the Sun”
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Pity. What a great thrill it would have been to do so! 'Specially since you were in the mountains, where the spirits are in everything. Perhaps there will come another day when one can drink from it, however.
Just passing on a message, dear. ;)
In the name of Jesus and the Christ within, amen.
I lamented the fact that we could not drink straight from the cold mountain stream downhill from our camp, like they once used to, as near in the past as the eighties, I am told by my mom.
I feel your words, and the words of the ancients, and the words in my heart in what you have said.
The trees said this: Gather our leaves and eat of our fruit, for this is how you will feel the sunshine crinkle in your hands and taste the raindrops which fell from the sky long ago. By doing so, you will make the world yourself and yourself the world. What lives is living on the edge, where the light pores into the darkness. But wherever you go, that is where you are. And you are a daring star, so shine!
Like I said, I'm only passing on a message, I don't know exactly what that meant. And it's difficult to get all of that across through a caw, so I thought I would do my best to transalte, just to make sure.
One pleasant aspect of haikus is that they are as fulfilling to write as they are to read.
I didn't know whether or not you could understand me, as I opened my beak and let my soul spill out (splashing when it hit the air) through a caw as honest as a caw can be. I was trying to pass you a message, as I heard it from the trees, while they rustled in the wind.
Oh wow, it settles quietly on the mind, understood or no. I love the way that haikus quiet the soul and fill the heart.
I heard you in the woods yesterday, I thought you were a crow. You were unusually loud. I tried to answer your caws, but I couldn't shape the sounds right.
Oh, I look forward to reading it!
I know! It's taken one of mine forever to get posted, and it's really starting to irk me.
Good. :)
I like the Beatles as well, especially their later music.
Ah, kinda have to know that to get the poem. :)
He's the guy who shot John Lennon. He had a quite few mental issues and a sad life, and that's why I hope that he "dreams of deliverance."
