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I walked on the chalked line,
Watching carefully my every step,
The world dancing chaotically,
The voices a wild cacophony.
The white-chalked line stretched
To a light far beyond the grassy hills,
Which illuminated the land around,
Serving as a guide amidst the chaos
Of the discordant, shouting voices
And the sky in its overcast grave,
Dividing misery amongst its subjects.
Though I walked determinedly,
The line seemed infinite in course,
Extending well past the horizon,
Growing thinner at each timid step.
Before me, and, indeed, behind,
Rows of people walked with fear
On the chalk-strewn line to the light,
Which streamed from a distant window,
Penetrating the tangled darkness
And evading our desperate hands.
I walked for miles and several days,
The line glowing by the light from afar,
Trudging wearily along the line,
With feet and eyes deprived of rest
And mind in constant disarray.
It struck me then, at the hour of doom,
Light and line lacerating my lumbering limbs,
That this line led only to endless suffering
And that my path had not yet been made;
And so, watching others as they trudged on,
I stepped from the line into the darkness,
Embracing the confusion and the madness,
And tracing my path along the way.
Watching carefully my every step,
The world dancing chaotically,
The voices a wild cacophony.
The white-chalked line stretched
To a light far beyond the grassy hills,
Which illuminated the land around,
Serving as a guide amidst the chaos
Of the discordant, shouting voices
And the sky in its overcast grave,
Dividing misery amongst its subjects.
Though I walked determinedly,
The line seemed infinite in course,
Extending well past the horizon,
Growing thinner at each timid step.
Before me, and, indeed, behind,
Rows of people walked with fear
On the chalk-strewn line to the light,
Which streamed from a distant window,
Penetrating the tangled darkness
And evading our desperate hands.
I walked for miles and several days,
The line glowing by the light from afar,
Trudging wearily along the line,
With feet and eyes deprived of rest
And mind in constant disarray.
It struck me then, at the hour of doom,
Light and line lacerating my lumbering limbs,
That this line led only to endless suffering
And that my path had not yet been made;
And so, watching others as they trudged on,
I stepped from the line into the darkness,
Embracing the confusion and the madness,
And tracing my path along the way.
Literature
Suffering
If one denies suffering, i.e., a greater purpose for suffering, he removes one weightthe lighter weight of the suffering itselfand in turn places the heavier burden of nothingness upon himself. All life tends towards death, nothingness.
And the cousins of these feelings of nothingness are skepticism, bitterness, and despair.
The one who subscribes to nothingness may not be a skeptic, bitter, or in despair, but the problem of suffering forces that one to become as such. This is because if all of life ends with a final breath, then everything between that first and last breath is judged by how happy we are. Sufferingdeep, so
Literature
Do Not Fear
You who live in doubt,
feeling far away from God -
do not fear,
for God has come near.
You who are insignificant,
feeling ignored and overlooked -
do not fear,
for God was born a child.
You who are poor,
calling out for justice to reign -
do not fear,
for God Himself became poor.
You who are suffering,
feeling forsaken by all -
do not fear,
for God wants to bear your pain.
You who are lonely,
crying out for love and care -
do not fear,
for God Himself will dwell with you.
Oh you who are wandering
in the valley of the shadow of death -
do not fear,
for God has become Man,
has carried our sorrows
and brings us His grace
Literature
Unchain Me
"Unchain me!" she cried,
"Pull me out of this dark!
How long must I stay
locked away in my fears?
I plead every day,
I beg all the time -
why don't you unchain me?
Why am I not free?"
"My child," he said,
"Do you not see?
Your chains are long gone,
and you've been set free!
Why do you still fear,
and tremble with closed eyes?
It is finished already -
do not be afraid!"
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Wonderful use of alliteration, subtle in some spots and shines in others. Your imagery with the thought of chalk, white, and light give it almost an uplifting feel, until you look deeper in to the words. I like this alot, it makes you really take the time to absorb the piece. Very interesting. Great structure.