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Land Of The Living
by Melissa ArelBring me to the land of the living
For the place I dwell is gone
I can't see anyone breathing
Beneath the facade of the blase sun.
I harbor no more bittterness
To those who have left us for dead
But now our faces are set like flints
And our paths are straight ahead.
So take me to the land of the living
for the time and place is now
And we won't worry about yesterday
Because tomorrow is here somehow.
The ashen faces will turn to white
And the blackened hearts, restored
We'll come out dancing, rejoicing in spite
For this is the year of our Lord!
12/28/2000 Posted on 03/20/2003
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/21/03 at 03:33 AM A clarion call to the truly faithful...well done Mel! |
| Posted by John Harder on 03/22/03 at 01:30 PM i love the way this poem shows hope, and always looking ahead, for "the farsighted see better things." good writing, pregnoid:) |
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