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Date Posted: 04:00:18 05/19/00 Fri
Author: Chad R. Dobson
Subject: Re: Rendering Speechless
In reply to: Leisa 's message, "Rendering Speechless" on 23:16:59 05/13/00 Sat

hi Leisa:) This is a wise and thoughtful poem. I see no required changes. I feel like I'm sitting on top of a mountain listening to a buddhist. Great Job.

> Rendering Speechless
>
> I don't have to know
> details; missing pieces
> to see and feel
>
> There are more similarities

> than differences.

>
> I, psychic guesser;
> listener
> to voices that come
> in sleep, telling of
> secret treasures;
> blinded bliss,
> layers of bruised,
> sore parts of
> a broken whole.
>
> I have seen more
> in less than any
> human should
> bear witness.
>
> It doesn't take a
> rocket scientist
> to spot subtle things
> when you've
> been at bat this many times.
>
> False witness
> against my grain,
> who knows nothing
> of little cracks
> still seeps
> under veins.
>
> Words that will float
> away, meaning nothing
> of value.
>
> We are all in this
> together, as one.
>
> Some day there shall
> be sight to those
> who hide under
> guise of martyrdom
> and pain unbearable
> to speak, set free.
>
> Same end goals,
> different paths
> take us there.
>
> We are all torn
> of the same cloth,
> the same bread taken
> with wine, broken
> into tinier still
> pieces; the fabric
> of soul.
>
> Leisa*)
> 05-13-00
> (if anyone happens by here, I could certainly use some
> help with this one - to me it feels disconnected in
> parts and I am unsure how to tighten it up)
>
> thanks,
> *)

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thanks -- Leisa, 21:31:56 05/19/00 Fri