Sunday, November 29, 2009

One Thousand Years

A thousand years from this tonight
When Orion climbs the sky,
The same swift snow will still the roofs,
The same mad stars run by.

And who will know of China's war,
Or poison gas in Spain?
The dead ... they'll be forgotten, lost,
Whether they lose or gain.

Of all the brilliant strategies
Of war-lords now alive,
Perhaps a Chinese iris vase
Of porcelain may survive...

Perhaps a prayer, perhaps a song,
Fashioned of love and tears,
But only beauty, only truth,
Will last a thousand years.

~T Malone

15 comments:

thailandchani said...

Wow! That picture is gorgeous. And you're right! In a million years, who will remember all this cr*p going on today?




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Isle Dance said...

Beautiful.

Mone said...

as the beatles said already, Love is all you need. Nice poem. Thanks :)

we're doomed said...

I think that beauty will always be here. The truth sadly, seems to fade away.

Carla said...

Chani, It's good to put things in perspective every once in awhile.

Isle Dance, Thanks.

Carla said...

Mone, It's true for the most part, isn't it?

We're Doomed, Beauty is often found in the most unexpected places. Truth I think is there too, sometimes we just need to unearth the layers to find it.

Pamela said...

seems like truth doesn't always last either... but it was beautifully said

Jessica said...

Beautiful poem...

Steffi said...

Great photo,Carla!The water is so clear!
Nice poem!

VE said...

No way! Are you saying they won't be singing "Oops, I did it again" in a thousand years?

Vijay said...

Hi Friend ur doing an excellent work.. Can we exchange links...

we're doomed said...

As you have not been posting for awhile. I hope all is well with you.

Carla said...

Pamela, truth is always there even if we are refusing to acknowledge it.

Jessica, Thank you.

Carla said...

Steffi, I love the lake and mountains in this area.

VE, Probably not ;-)

Carla said...

Vijay, Thanks and we certainly can.

We're Doomed, Thanks for stopping by and checking in. I've been in the middle of the fray and not had much time for sitting still and contemplating. I shall, however, be back soon.