He has an idea in his head <br />An idea that he knows the Truth <br />An idea that God believes in him <br />An idea the rest of us can never understand. <br /> <br />These ideas sleep perfectly well <br />Inside his tiny, couching world <br />And we with all our wisdom <br />Cannot break the silence in his mind <br />The cold knock of anger in his heart <br />We cannot win a battle we were <br />Never meant to wage <br />And yet we must enjoin <br />With all the courage of our <br />Ancient love. <br /> <br />And through this love, conquer <br />Even death, so idly taken <br />Cannot stop the pulse of dreams <br />The suns of our tomorrows <br />Yet rising, ever boldly <br />The soul of human be <br />Intact. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Wired Art from Wired Hearts, July 2002; The Odeum,2002)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/book-and-rifle/
