Wednesday, July 14, 2010

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Walking through the heart of campus alone, one snowy night from Lab.
Wind blowing against my cheeks.
Sparkling snow illuminated by campus street lamps which align a walking path.
Surrounded by Gothic lecture halls.
Built of proud Indiana limestone, withstanding the test of time
By mocking each new years passing.

On this winter’s night, walking through the heart of campus.
Alone, Alone.

A presence in the air this night, I feel watches over me
As if some destined path awaits me.
This walking solitude is but prayer
To a God yet undiscovered.
Not the God which has been passed down from time’s past.
No, this God is hidden and shared by myself alone

On this winter’s night, walking through the heart of campus.
Alone, Alone.

World of anxiety, I am protected on this night
Will this not always be so?
Morning light must break.
My future lies uncertain and my journey’s just begun

On this winter’s night, walking through the heart of campus.
Alone, Alone.

3 comments:

  1. Thoughtful, full of atmosphere, takes me back to my own youth. Really good, Pat.

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  2. I wish I could remember your first version better. It seems to me that you have refined this one to am intimate spiritual direction I don't remember it having before. Am I right?

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  3. Yes, I also editted my poem "Dawn Messanger" as well.

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