November 5th, 2005
A Song Of Men
Out of the soil and the slime,
Reeking, they climb,
Out of the muck and the mire,
Rank, they aspire;
Filthy with murder and mud,
Black with shed blood,
Lust and passion and clay–
Dying, they slay;
Stirred by vague hints of a goal,
Seeking a soul!
Groping through terror and night
Up to the light:
Life in the dust and the clod
Sensing a God;
Flushed of the glamor and gleam
Caught from a dream;
Stained of the struggle and toil,
Stained of the soil,
Ally of God in the end–
Helper and friend–
Hero and prophet and priest
Out of the beast!
-Don Marquis
Tags: Poetry, Don Marquis, Dreams & Dust
matt says:
I want to say this every morning when I wake up. What a good way to start the day.
November 7th, 2005 at 07:52 am
Abhishek says:
admirable
May 29th, 2006 at 09:34 pm