Resounding in the thoughtless echoes
Of a Life but a dream
Was a beating heart
Paralyzed in waking life
Still asleep on the silent waters
Running deep through thy soul
Thy creative votive emblematic
Of the great lightness of thy being
Inspiring a tour of the rich hills
And barren valleys of thy psychologie
Speechless for lack of rope
O let us adore Him
Dear Reason hanging from the tree of Life
In the fields of empty thoughts
The idol of the communist spirit
Privatized in the organization of belief
Consecrated in the symbolic act
Of institutionalized purpose
You stood alone and grew into a God
Joyful and triumphant before The Lord
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
