Friday, 5 June 1998
Lord i Blunder do you wonder why i fail? i am less than perfect Lord my skill with people is as war for i fear all and myself most Lord i fail to make each moment wonderful i have given hurt and insult i am so often neglectful of the feelings and needs of others Lord i cry and why when all your work astounds? for myself yes - and for others, for all my kind their pain and loss and their fear i feel it all Lord and stagger from the weight Lord i die and who am i to hope for otherwise? i feel it coming, each second, minute, hour the end is not far away and what have i done? what good have i been? what tasks for me Lord? that will make what little is left of value?
"I have a dream" he said i thought "big deal" but he was serious and sought again to share his dream i walked away he stood and watched me go for i looked back suddenly angry at the troubled look in his eyes Another offered me his dream to share and he too i denied and looking back i wonder why for he is now a mighty name others came and went and all i declined for i was not a man to share what another freely offered from his heart and now? i walk amid my fellow man "i have a dream" i say but their eyes lack faith and i watch them go sadness in my heart for now i know
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