Sleep of
Prisoners
The human heart can go to
the lengths of God.
Dark and
cold we may be, but this is not winter now.
The
frozen misery of centuries, cracks, breaks, begins to move.
The
thunder is the thunder of the float
Of
the flow of the upstart Spring.
Thank
God our time is now
When
wrong comes up to meet us everywhere.
Never to
leave us ‘til we take
The
longest stride of soul folks ever took.
Affairs
are now soul-sized.
The
enterprise is exploration into God.
What are
we waiting for?
It takes
many thousands of years to wake.
But will
you wake for pity’s sake?
~
Christopher Fry