"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Sunday, July 26, 2020

R.E. Slater - Thy Kingdom Come




Thy Kingdom Come
R.E. Slater


It is through music my heart must sing,
If broken, discordant refrains dispel,
Long solitudes of sadness ill-filling,
Ill-fitting, a broken vessel,
Wounded, in need of finding.

Loneliness was my despair,
Bereft of healing touch,
Or proffered shoulder,
It’s echoing song unending,
Across unwished chambers.

Harsh my ears to spoken words,
Weighing me down as no other,
As one fleeing worthless self,
Clinging to life's spare notes,
Dying on uncaring winds.

A riven heart trying to be strong,
Panged unwanted travails,
A trampled life too oft alone,
Asking why so difficult,
This heavy veil of tears.

Broken refrains came and went,
Where none could hear or know,
Nor wished to stay and list with me,
Private spaces soothing the soul,
Unheard by none yet hearing all.


R.E. Slater
July 26, 2020

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