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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Search For The Divine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words are few to describe the gentle crackling of an early dawn<br>When dark turns to life in a crisp new bristling<br>When enthused winged creatures stir away the nightly yawn<br>With sounds of verve on green growth moist’ning<br>Oh the marvel of passion that fills<br>When the root of beauty pierce senses and the heart stills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When in the midst of those who speak with crudeness<br>With tongues dragging forlorn in the slums of mind<br>From mouths that leak into bits of lewdness<br>I yearn to places apart from the residue of such kind<br>To the marvel of passion that fills<br>When the root of beauty pierce senses and the heart stills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand at a coast on the rocks in the night<br>Gazing out over waters with waves at wild<br>On the skyline flashes of lightning with might<br>Light the dark brooding clouds and rain falling mild<br>Oh this marvel of passion that fills<br>When the root of beauty pierce senses and the heart stills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A day-by-day dwelling through the mindsets of mass<br>A gray weary walk through the tunes of this plight<br>With compulsions of comfort composed by a reigning class<br>I long to be free from the desolate symphony of man’s delight<br>And to marvel at the passion that fills<br>When the root of beauty pierce senses and the heart stills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When an old haggard soul cross my way<br>From wounds of before dried up and bare<br>And new waters soak his spirit to fertile clay<br>For luscious life to sprout with sparkling dare<br>I marvel at this passion that fills<br>When the root of beauty pierce senses and the heart stills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From a place deep within the core of depravity<br>Ripples of damage rise and shake stability<br>Tearing up a world to die a debased cavity<br>Of famine, lust and greed which smiles, reveling its ability<br>Oh I crave the marvel of passion that fills<br>When the root of beauty pierce senses and the heart stills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can no more refrain from calling His Name<br>He’s the only music to the silence of death<br>My Father, Friend and Christ who took our blame<br>Symphony of life and harmony of love<br>He is the marvel of passion that fills<br>The root of beauty piercing senses when our hearts stills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(2008-09-15)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francois+Hoon">Francois Hoon</a><div class=q>
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