Written and published by Jean-Louis Mondon
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(Delusion of Grandeur)
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip and sneer of old command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings.
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away. Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792-1822
The Stairway to Nowhere
Well then, my friend, did you sigh
Last night while falling asleep:
Or are you feeling like this king
Master of his domain
Following his own whim?
What drives you and leads you?
Your castle made of cards
So patiently constructed
Can in a single night
Become an abandoned ruin,
A no man’s land where children
Laugh and play without worrying
About why and how
Such an accomplishment
Such a beautiful edifice
With a proud and tall stairway
Is left to lie, forgotten
In the great hour glass,
The hallway of memories
In the labyrinth of the past.
Come with me if you want, if today you have lost the hope of finding the key the exit door that leads to life. Jesus said: “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”
One day, in blind ignorance,
A man stumbles over a stone,
The first step of a stairway
That leads to the most high place.
In haste, without pause,
At the cross road between light and darkness
Pride opens his mouth and mocks the stepping stone
Calling it a stumbling block.
Then, further deceived by his lack of understanding
He turns around indignant and walks away
From the Rock that Love placed there
To help him on his journey.
So tonight don’t forget to sigh. It’s as natural as crying or laughing. It is the others who do not like to hear the complaints of our souls. You have to understand them. They do not know how to take them. A sigh as soon as it is released flies off upward like sparks from a campfire in the night. But someone is listening and hears you. If you persist, he will answer.
So long and take care. I hope to meet you at the desert gate.
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