We are titans powerful and ill treated
By the gods. Defeated and made responsible For bearing the weight of the sky In its entirety. Sufferers preventing Heaven unrelenting from crushing our Dear wretched earth. How great how great Is our burden. And how harshly bestowed. We are titans! We claim and we boast Until our petty pride does our selves erode. Our self-importance will smother us all, For none will turn to see another straining, None will consider another's task more Degrading than his own, no, we are a world of Self-made Atlases. Too nearsighted to notice The Gorgon's eyes before us, and now Our hearts are turned to stone. Mountains We have become, still bearing this cosmic Weight. Then comes an invitation to move And the truthful Word spoken in love Releases our mountain hearts to crumble So we fumble and the world does not tumble Into oblivion because the burden our shoulders Could not bolster, though self-constructed, Has been made silent and we are instructed To take a lighter yoke. How strange that we are Not the cause and end of things and yet the Cause invites us to be grafted into the means. Comments are closed.
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