Posted by Rx on March 09, 2008 at 18:50:54:
In Reply to: ;D . . . posted by Sheshisown on March 08, 2008 at 02:49:27:
What good is there,
what splendor,
if a man gain the world
and sail to the bottom of sea?
A brick of gold,
or a heated night,
your fleeting soul
weighs as an anchor down...
to the deeps...
dark,
cold,
and airless deeps.
Shake it off friend.
And rise with me,
borne to life from ruined rags.
Borne up on wings,
on His command.
Lay hold and leave what sinks.
Lift up your head,
the Raptor seeketh thee...