Saturday, September 11, 2004

The Day That Crumbled

The day that crumbled
no market,
no travel,

no info,

no hope,

no calls,

no enemy.

And where is Yahweh?


This is not the Spirit.

I see oppression
practiced under the sun.
Look at oppressed tears
with no one to comfort them!

On the side of oppressors
There is power
yet nothing comforts oppressed.

I say that the dead,

who have already died

are more fortunate than the living,

who are still alive only to themselves.

The clear sky is calm,
yet memory holds the ash of holocaust death.

Burn fire,
Wind blow,
Purify rain.

People equate rays of burning lights,
that illumine our understanding
with the Light
that keeps away darkness.

It takes someone else’s crash to see
I'm blind to the crashed car
all around my seat.

-Brady Bryce (the Fall 2001)

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