The Longest Stride Of Soul Men Ever Took
Sleep of Prisoners' by Christopher Fry
The human heart can go the lengths of God...
and cold we may be, but this
winter now. The frozen misery
centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move;
thunder is the thunder of the floes,
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.
enterprise is exploration into God.
are you making for? It takes
many thousand years to wake...
But will you wake, for pity's sake?