beggars.

all you great men of power, you who boast of your feats-

politicians and entrepreneurs-

can you safeguard your breath in the night while you sleep?

keep your heart beating steady and sure?

as your lie in your bed, does the thought haunt your head

that you're really, rather small?

if there's one thing i know in this life: we are beggars all.

all you champions of science and rulers of men,

can you summon the sun from its sleep?

does the earth seek your counsel on how fast to spin?

can you shut up the gates of the deep?

don't you know that all things hang, as if by a string,

over the darkness- poised to fall?

if there's one things i know in this life: we are beggars all.

all you big shots that swagger and stride with conceit,

did you devise how your frame would be formed?

if you'd be raised in a palace, or live out in the streets?

did you choose the place or the hour you'd be born?

tell me what can you claim? not a thing- not your name.

tell me if you can recall,

just one thing, that's not a gift in this life?

can you hear what's been said?

can you see now that everything is grace after all?

if there's one things I know in this life: we are beggars all.

-only 

d. kensrue '09

My Only Peace. Found in Illogic.

This has been the hardest year of my life.

Acting on faith in order to find Truth, very little has ended up making much sense to me.

I still wouldn't claim to be able to make much sense of almost anything, anymore.

My greatest blessing came in a place of death.

The most audible voice came from the most silent of places.

One of my only comforts came from a man who finds gain in loss. 

Beauty with abandonment.

Simplicity amongst complexity.

Joy within depravity.

For this man in which I take great pride in knowing, I consider myself blessed.