Why? I asked, in awful awe
Knowing the death in Nature's law Should you risk the spot you've won To pull me up, toward bright day's sun out of the nothing - awful no In which I've lain… Before I heard his soft reply He was pulled from his place and brought to lie, Against the curb that had known my blood, Tattered and marked, covered with mud Seeming to be nothing - except the nothingness …of men's disdain I leaped once more toward the Sun Higher than I'd ever done... Remembering the eyes of the man who fell Toward the rotten tone and dark alone Hell I found nothing - except the nothingness of lonely pain . Now, something beckoned me even more... Than the highest leap ever known before, I needed to lift my brother below, To see his eyes and have him know. That the greatest good I'd ever known wasn't the highest leap above and alone But his hand outstretched to lift me up To give me place, to share his cup... Why? I asked, in awful awe, knowing the death in Nature's law Should you risk the spot you've won, to pull me up toward bright days Son… Out of the nothing - awful nothingness In which I've lain Before I heard his soft reply, he was pulled from his place and brought to lie Tattered and marked, covered with mud, against the curb that had known my Blood... Seeming to be nothing - except nothingness all men’s disdain. I leaped once more toward the Sun, higher than I'd ever done... Remembering the eyes of the man who fell, toward rotten stone and dark alone Hell I found nothing - except the nothingness of lonely pain… Now, something beckoned me even more, than the highest leap ever known before I needed to touch the man below, to see his eyes and have him know It wasn't the highest leap above and alone, that was the greatest good I'd ever Known but his hand outstretched to lift me up, to give me place, to share the cup... If, in touching him I should fall toward stone, tattered my flesh and broken my Bone It could not be toward nothingness - Nothing's when you're Alone. If in lifting him, I should fall toward stone Tattered my flesh, and broken my bone It could not be toward nothingness – Nothing's when you're alone.
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AuthorOpaline Marks is the pen name of Opal Markiewicz, a writer of novels, short stories and nonfiction essays. Archives
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