The Path to Knowledge

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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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There Are Times

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And I can't be certain
Of everything;
Though I speak,
Though I hear,
Though I see,
My knowledge shall never
Be complete.

There are waves on
The ocean,
There is distance
Across the sea,
There are mountains
To be climbed,
There are people to
Be free;
But one thing is certain,
Freedom lies inside of me.

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
There is good and hope
In everything;
There are people,
There are moonlights,
There are days,
And in the eyes
Of my loved one
Of love I can read.

There are green colors
Of grass,
There are flowers
In the soil,
There are clouds
Across the sky,
There are hopes
For everyone;
But one thing is certain,
We must become strong.

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And life goes on
Like before;
There are stairways,
There are distances,
There are ceilings,
But they won’t keep us apart
For knowing ones heart.
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Listen to Wisdom
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A photo I took in the Belgian countryside
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Freedom Is To
You Calling

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Freedom is to you calling,
Give life a heart so brave;
Each night hours are falling,
Into a dim hollow grave.
Hatred can be bottomless,
If you'll allow it to be;
But life is so fresh,
If it becomes all free.

Days by days will end,
But love can never so do;
Only down it will bend,
If it's not completely true.
Evening becomes a night,
Gathering shadows around;
Hold your feelings all right,
Lost can again be found.

Freedom is truth wearing,
Never a lie there inside;
Everyone else bearing,
Not from ourselves there hide.
You can grow out wisdom,
If the right seeds are sown;
For the conditions are calm,
If you acknowledge and atone.
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