I was watching Hannity and Colmes last night and some old guy referred to John Kerry as trying to be both a dove and a hawk. I loved that analogy the second i heard it, i wrote it down immediately and later that night applied it to something we all need. its about grace and the ways we often view it.
Dove or Hawk
Splitting skies, the clouds awake.
Light is found here, in this night
before days break.
It knows no end, no bridge to cross.
Amber waves seeking sand,
pounding shores of loss.
Arrogant “I cant erode!”
“I’m far too strong” I say
“I’ve paved this road!”
More distance granted grace appears.
Dove or hawk I see
my hope or fears?
Closer sight reveals my lie,
I seek to skin my self alive!
a predator of truth and love,
soon this will end and the hawk will forever be a dove.
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Of raptors... you should know this poem if you don't already.
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The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
-- W.B. Yeats
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