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Have you ever pushed a boulder up a hill?

by Blaine Lindsey about a year ago in social commentary
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Is there space between your shoulders left to fill?

Have you ever pushed a boulder up a hill?

Is there a space between your shoulders left to fill?

Do you face the truth or fold her?

Am I getting hot or colder?

Is the story how it's told or has it spilled?

I once was told a story that could kill...

It's old and goes so long it loses thrill.

They chose a song they knew could bend our will;

Lyrics of a god that holds the quill.

Who holds the skill to learn anew;

To empty the head of sin and pew;

To wake up laughing in the morning dew,

Seeing Eden for the trees?

Who is waiting for a savior in the hearts of them and these? Who is passing round the new book asking

"Add your truth, too, please!"?

Who is learning that a prayer

can be performed from off their knees?

I will join in acts of service that

proclaim these new decrees.

The holy word of god is still alive and still is free.

Murdered prophets practice miracles such as:

"Let It Go" and "Let It Be",

"Let the Love Shine", "Let It Free".

A savior is resurrected from within who has the will,

grabs the quill

begins to see

That there's no need to push a boulder up a hill constantly.

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About the author

Blaine Lindsey

Blaine Lindsey is a living love poem. Born in Vallejo, California. Queer spoken word poet with a stutter. Blaine's work speaks from the soul with compelling metaphors, emotional connections, societal observations and spiritual underlines.

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