Date Posted:05:18:34 05/01/01 Tue Author:Samantha G Kennedy Subject: Going The Distance
I have wept into the night for those souls of simplicity, that I was oblivious to their needs.
yet have never found one ounce of sorrow for being way too kind
poured my troubles to the moon swollen , full with wishes
of those who circle the stars hand in hand with hope;
I have starved my aching body for days to comprehend the anguish of those
who trail the harvest laden resentful, worn and frail, no water saturating crops.
I sense with eyes of a blindman, tracing fingertips over blades of grass
through a rushing meadow, smelling the freshness of cornfields long after the rain;
I have sang with mountains while the soaring Eagle would vigil my discovering
in a blink I drank out of the waters poisoned by selfish minds to experience
the pain, I had to, drinking in all that is them, the innocence
and I have wished a thousand times that I could go the dis tance, with them all;
