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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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