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If I could only see in the truth to look beyond our simple ways I would love knowledge even more than all the lies of long gone days If man could put away his sword and beat to plowshares all he'd worn Then I might be able to see the light and forget the failings, of those I scorn If we were not such fragile beings that prayed for things not needed Then I might think we had a chance but all the lessons still go unheeded If life would only start as it ends with great knowledge left to share We might not trample each other then sin to hide what we must bear If life could only do all these things I would live deep in the truth so wise To take the life, that I've been given and turn to God with forgiving eyes Tate Original poem with pictures and music http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/442189/
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
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If I could only see in the truth to look beyond our simple ways I would love knowledge even more than all the lies of long gone days If man could put away his sword and beat to plowshares all he'd worn Then I might be able to see the light and forget the failings, of those I scorn If we were not such fragile beings that prayed for things not needed Then I might think we had a chance but all the lessons still go unheeded If life would only start as it ends with great knowledge left to share We might not trample each other then sin to hide what we must bear If life could only do all these things I would live deep in the truth so wise To take the life, that I've been given and turn to God with forgiving eyes Tate Original poem with pictures and music http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/442189/
We tend to be such a predictable as a species. Predatory to the core. Yet here and there I see hope of evolution taking a kinder approach. Lets Hope before we **** us all. Written for the turbulent 60's and all they gave and took from us.
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