"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a Clod be washed away by the Sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a Promontory were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee." - John Donne
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Come Quickly
Men whose souls are crushed and poisoned
Force the innocent to die.
We cry...we cry, "Come quickly!"
Those who hate are hurting others;
Those who love are told they hate.
We wait...we wait. Come quickly!
Many overfill their senses;
Many more feel hunger, need.
We plead...we plead, "Come quickly!"
He whose hands touched earth and heaven
Calls to each of us by name.
He says, "I came...now GO!"
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