Tuesday - Weakness
Today I wrote two it seems. Sometimes this poetry thing is quite a surprise to me. Mr. Cohen had a point When he sang that cracks Are how the light gets in Cracks are also how we can hear the waves Of music wobbling through Down the time soaked corridors From when you and I tried to fathom How we could be alone together And feel a wholeness we did not know How it pains me to admit My weakness as my strength My heart still seeks to love Despite the world's greatest efforts Though we strive perfection's way We rebel with honest integrity And the idiocyncracies of each machine Reminding us of imperfection's endearing qualities Love is a crack we were not meant to find Without the maturity to understand Yet who could understand the holy trinity Of faith and hope and love divine Without the immaturity of time We grow more intricate, every passing thought Making what is solid impermeable Giving light a third quality, white the culmination of all the colors, joy...