Morning time for a dream
when the covers are undone,
dawn beams through a window
and light captures the eyes.
A long night has passed
since we closed time with prayer
and the dream that kept us
wakes into the cool fresh day.
Morning time for the vision
from then to now; and how we slept
unquiet in fitful starts,
for the head rests uneasy
on the unfinished path.
Day brings proof
of so much that has gone before,
from rocking boats to rocking cradles,
and the mother's hope;
the long climb to the mountaintop
as the prophets said, to see the joy of life.
We wait for heaven, for the things not done
would make spirits weary; we wait...
to fly into a glorious night upon winds
that changed a world. When righteous
love will be written on temple walls
and none will be ashamed to stand
in the places fates have given
for the things we share are the bread
and blood of life, may only be held
in the helping hand, be seen
in the eyes of forgiveness;
possessed by spirit that brought us this far;
justice raised from stones,
equality as the air we breathe;
and freedom flowed like a mighty stream.
A contest entry
- IN HONOR OF MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. - WIN A GOLD MEMBERSHIP - LOTS OF POINTS INCLUDED! by Kari.
2700 points, ended February 7, 2009, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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The time is now! There is no reason for us to wait any longer for equality and freedom.
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Well done words
LOVE THESE WORDS/
For the things we share are the bread
and blood of life// hope I wrote that right.
Very good powerful writing keep it up,
hope to view more
XoXo
vivian~
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"...equality as the air we breathe..."
You re-live history here in a wondrous way,
but I see it foretell of what is to come
for the one whom the King would
have so loved to see.
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wow, this is quite weighed down and powerful...i like the in depth exploration of it. thanks for entering and good luck
Stephanie ♥ -
"for the things we share are the bread
and blood of life, may only be held
in the helping hand, be seen
in the eyes of forgiveness;"
Your sentiments free my spirit as the words and actions of our beloved Dr. King. This poem exemplifies the need of peace and fulfillment. You did a brilliant job here poet. I wish you the best in this challenge.
Much love Always ♥
Renee
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Each dawn in a new beginning, a new chance to "get it right." I enjoyed how you took the reader from that first stretch when the body slowly releases the night to the contemplation of all the possibilities and responsibilities of the new day. There is a gentle love that permeates this poem and is the hallmark of all your work. You never assault your reader, but invite her to quietly abide in your world. I enjoyed this very much. Peace, Liz
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This is just so beautiful and speaks of freedom wonderfully. Amazing imagery here.
An excellent write. Thank you so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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