<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>a Messenger from above</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain came and came again<br>like only in the Cape, <br>in deep winter it can be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pain came and came again<br>like only in a dying thing<br>spreading throughout the body<br>and drenching all of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet it was a thing of the heart<br>and far apart<br>from illness, or accident<br>or broken body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That desolate night<br>the sky and sea<br>and earth was blacked out dark<br>and a chill rose as if from the soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The metal of the revolver<br>gleamed ominous in the dark<br>and the man took a deep breath<br>before cocking back the hammer<br>and pressing the barrel<br>against his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere against the clouded<br>night sky<br>a lonely gull stretched its wings<br>against the raging gale<br>as if a living thing<br>could out fly<br>a torment sky and sea<br>and could be free from it<br>and all catastrophes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One lightning bolt reported sharp<br>and flashed bright<br>lighting up the night<br>and it fell and fell<br>like a messenger from above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No bird was still in that sky<br>and as darkness fell<br>the man wondered why<br>and his reflections on ending<br>his own life<br>was stunted by a dying bird<br>that wanted to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397415" data-title="A Messenger from above de Gert Strydom" data-description="The rain came and came again like only in the Cape, in deep winter it can be. The pain came and came again like only in a dying thing spreading throughout the body and drenching all of it. Yet it was a thing of the heart and far apart from illn..."></div> </div> </div>

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