Archive for the ‘1976’ Category

1976-10-15

Friday, October 15th, 1976

         There's no enjoyment of this life in them.
         Its a straight and narrow purgatory
         waiting here for the next life.
         Life is a trial, all provided with love,
         by the Lord to test one's faith.

         Its love, love your brothers and sisters
         without passion, comfort and befriend them,
         with eyes full of blind love,
         be meek and modest and remember
         that if what you're doing feels good
         it must be a sin.

         Come together in church halls
         and speak the language of the reborn
         and raise your hands and voices up
         asking for a sign but never allowing a doubt.

         Be patient and accepting,
         though its beyond all knowing,
         for surely a Lord,
         who would have you give up everything
         in this life,
         must have some reward for you
         in the next, right?

                                    gallagher
                                    Oct 15, 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1976-10-21

Thursday, October 21st, 1976

            I just don't know anymore the things I used to,
            before I climbed life's questions
            and found the mountains beyond that ever rise,
            that rise until you can hear eternity
            in the wind there.
  
            I no longer climb,
            there's no need to waste the time.
            The mountains march away from me
            and I can only just begin to see
            that God's hand that shaped this rugged land.

            Somehow the wind empties me
            of the wondering drive that always drove me on
            and now I just wait and listen.

                                    gallagher
                                    21 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1976-10-25

Monday, October 25th, 1976
 
        Why does it seem that this world
         is always opposite my dreams?

         I don't want to, I'm not willing to,
         to become less of me
         to become more of
         what passes for the successful man.

         And yet love's even more
         impossible to avoid.

         I'm always redrawn to the razor's edge
         for decision and find no alternative.

         There's nothing I want so much
         as my freedom to enjoy life as I wish
         but there is nothing to replace love
         and the hole it leaves, ...nothing.

         Paradox.

         Why do I come here again
         to the ragged edge between joy and sorrow
         where it all gets so real
         at such an apparent cost.

         Heaven's gain is heaven's loss.

                                 gallagher
                                 25 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —