The Good Thief
We die each night,
to sleep succumb.
Perhaps to dream,
remembering none.
Yet as we wait for
sleep to come,
we believe
we'll see
the morning sun.
Ten thousand million
days saw dawn
before the day
when I was born.
Ten thousand million
nights might end
ere ever I see home again.
If Being sees
in me no worth
perhaps this is
the last of Earth.
But as the Son
for mercy, dies.
Perhaps this good thief
too may rise.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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- quotes about time
- quotes about birth
- quotes about dreaming
- quotes about Earth
- quotes about home
- quotes about Sun
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