Rootedness
Oh Lord to be a lake frozen sound
That blizzards cannot stir to rage.
Or a mountain storm proof in the ground
Amidst the moving of mood and meaness
In weariness let not my flesh lash out
Or tongue deliver venom at those dear
Let me never be a liar or lout
Whose rage ignores all tenderness and tears.
If my direction matches that you will
Then who can harm my heart to fear
And what have I to do with tensions ill
A mountain I - stormproof in the ground.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Pride In Color | 1 | 01/01/2010 |
| Father God, | 1 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Hollow Beat | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Merging | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Kiss of Love and Glory | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Kiss of Love and Glory | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| Naked Glory | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| If My Eye Be Single | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| Cold And Hot to Fog | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| In that Quiet | 1 | 11/06/2009 |
| Against Idols | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| By Faith | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| The Word of God | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| Rootedness | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| Craned Necks and World Crosses | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| Art and Essence | 1 | 10/01/2009 |
| Petition to my Eternal Father | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
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