Post by cairo on May 15, 2009 21:25:21 GMT -5
Revisit o ye
O ye, o ye
Of little faith!
Return once more, o ye, o ye, and see, and see
the climate of the times!
As did Moses once, perview upon the desert and think to himself
victory shall be our salvation
and in our salvation shall we find victory
And as did Elijah, and many others
and of the foremost was Joseph Smith, hereafter
called Joe.
Why did the lightning of conviction strike that day?
Whereupon the earth so hallowed and so fine, did it deign to shine?
Have you forgotten me, Jean-Luc Picard?
Have you forsaken me, Merchant, Merchant who telleth the tale?
I have long surpassed
and long dreamed
and long dwelt
I have long waited
and pressed
and smelt
your fear.
Life touches us, and leaves us. We are
accursed. And so,
whilst we might think
we are in control,
know that, like Ulysses,
the bloke in the poem,
not the American Civil War general,
like Ulysses we find,
in ourselves
a truth worth fighting for.
O ye, o ye
Of little faith!
Return once more, o ye, o ye, and see, and see
the climate of the times!
As did Moses once, perview upon the desert and think to himself
victory shall be our salvation
and in our salvation shall we find victory
And as did Elijah, and many others
and of the foremost was Joseph Smith, hereafter
called Joe.
Why did the lightning of conviction strike that day?
Whereupon the earth so hallowed and so fine, did it deign to shine?
Have you forgotten me, Jean-Luc Picard?
Have you forsaken me, Merchant, Merchant who telleth the tale?
I have long surpassed
and long dreamed
and long dwelt
I have long waited
and pressed
and smelt
your fear.
Life touches us, and leaves us. We are
accursed. And so,
whilst we might think
we are in control,
know that, like Ulysses,
the bloke in the poem,
not the American Civil War general,
like Ulysses we find,
in ourselves
a truth worth fighting for.