WHERE LIES THY STRENGTH

One small pebble

Ripples the whole of a still pond,

Soft-nosed ivy

Pries the shingles apart,

The tree root

Plugs a pipeline,

Willow shoots, well watered

Split a millstone in two.

And then…

And then there are words

Yes, small things do count.

If I could be all things

How long would it be?

Before all things

Are no longer enough?

And if I were to lose everything

What would I have left?

And what would it mean

In Eternity?

Is living forever a blessing?

If there is nothing

In the Forever to live for?

Is any curse more sufferable

Than eternal loneliness?

All pain numbs with time

Loneliness only increases.

Take heed therefore of the smallest of things.

For yes…

Small things do count. By Darren Lynn

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Peter Joseph Swanson May 5, 2009, 6:19pm EDT

Yes

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Purrrrrrrrrrr~Genki dashite~Nantoka naru-yo! S. May 5, 2009, 6:56pm EDT

I agree with Peter!
This is poignant~and timely
You think the sheeple will recognize this simple point that will eventually have global repercussions ?

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Darren ("Site Psychologist ") Lynn May 5, 2009, 9:57pm EDT

No! they are blind to the truth.

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Stick Man K. May 5, 2009, 11:16pm EDT

Hello...I can't see...is anyone there?...oh wait, what's that? I see a light!? Yes a light! I can see! I'm not blind anymore!

Thanks Darren! You've warmed the coccles of my heart! :)

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Stick Man K. May 5, 2009, 11:17pm EDT

It's funny isn't it? How true and simple your words are? Yet you still have to say them because we all lose these simple truths sometimes.

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Darren ("Site Psychologist ") Lynn May 5, 2009, 11:21pm EDT

hi SMK

i wrote this back in 2006 i won a poetry contest here on gather for it. but not many people seem to get it... i am so glad the three of you do...:)

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Darren ("Site Psychologist ") Lynn May 5, 2009, 11:25pm EDT

i suggested that we talk about your post, but i think what you had to say was frightening. it could be liberating if we all could step through our shadows and see ourselves from the other side...:)

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Ron Hall May 8, 2009, 7:26pm EDT

I don't read others' poetry much. It's my loss. I like this. It reminds me of the grace I would say (if cornered).

"Benevolence,
Thank you for all the wonderful things
That fill every day,
Like wine,
young love,
Paved streets,
A crowded sidewalk.
Thank you also for those things
We, in our arrogance
Declare to be bad,
Like wine,
young love,
Paved streets,
A crowded sidewalk.
And thank you most of all
For the ordinary,
Uneventful days,
When we can be appreciative,
Free of the corrupting influence
Of reward and punishment.

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