Seated in the Chair at table 5
What will I be
when my body's failed me
When I cannot do
what needs to be performed
and cannot raise my arms
to be heard?
Will I fear
my body's ailing
settle into a darkness
of cold and extreme heats
inner fear?
What if my mind should go?
And the days ache long
and I can never remember when I've slept
and the people I remember have left me
though still beside me
and I perceive I'm all alone?
What shall I do?
Will I sink into silence?
Will I meet the weak like myself
and band together in loneliness' spite?
Who can fear the reaper
when and if my body's failed me
before I go?
-Matthew Koutzun
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Monday, August 04, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Lover, the Lord Has Left Us
Lover, the Lord Has Left Us
Lover,
the Lord has left us;
turned his back on us
in ignorance,
so we may love;
in private.
-Matthew Koutzun
Inspired by the Album title "Lover, the Lord Has Left Us", by the band "The Sounds of Animals Fighting".
Lover,
the Lord has left us;
turned his back on us
in ignorance,
so we may love;
in private.
-Matthew Koutzun
Inspired by the Album title "Lover, the Lord Has Left Us", by the band "The Sounds of Animals Fighting".
Sunday, March 16, 2008
On Missing Someone you Never Knew
On Missing Someone you Never Knew
Today was hard.
Hard to stand and cope.
Sit and cope as well.
How to cry for a man you hardly knew?
But tears aren't there for him-
mostly for those who did love him.
I don't cry for those who leave.
I do for those who love
and are left behind.
To stand,
to sit,
to cope.
These are the ones I weep for.
For remembering connections between them can be hard.
Imagining the time spent
and the bonds formed,
even if they were not my own.
-Matthew Koutzun
Today was hard.
Hard to stand and cope.
Sit and cope as well.
How to cry for a man you hardly knew?
But tears aren't there for him-
mostly for those who did love him.
I don't cry for those who leave.
I do for those who love
and are left behind.
To stand,
to sit,
to cope.
These are the ones I weep for.
For remembering connections between them can be hard.
Imagining the time spent
and the bonds formed,
even if they were not my own.
-Matthew Koutzun
Thursday, November 03, 2005
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