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The Frozen Misery of Centuries
Breaks,
Cracks, Begins to Move
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'A Sleep of
Prisoners' by Christopher Fry
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The human heart can go the lengths
of God...
Dark and
cold we may be, but this
Is no winter
now. The frozen misery
Of centuries
breaks, cracks, begins to move;
The thunder
is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw,
the flood, the upstart Spring.
Thank God
our time is now when wrong
Comes up to
face us everywhere,
Never to
leave us till we take
The longest
stride of soul men ever took.
Affairs are
now soul size.
The
enterprise is exploration into
God.
Where are
you making for? It takes
So many
thousand years to wake...
But will you
wake, for pity's sake?
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