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Tracks
The tracks are a lonely place.
From dawn to dusk
our gilded master bids us remain silent.
We exist to serve the day.
But, at night,
the rails sing songs-not
symphonies,
but harmonia with the glory of natural law;
nor duets,
but a chorus of all that has been
and all yet to be-a
nocturne so beautiful
that even God, Himself,
pauses to listen.
Master's heralds make
us long for nightfall.
The tracks are a lonely place.
Loneliness is longing for kind.
小径
小径长寂寞,黎明到黄昏。
上帝吩咐安静,人为日子奔。
但等夜幕降,小径把歌唱。
不属交响乐,谐美天籁声。
亦无二重奏,和音发自众生灵。
夜曲感心动,上帝倾耳听。
闻主发欢声,众生盼夜临。
小径寂寞长,孤独成向往。
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Lazarus at the Mall
I saw my old lover at the mall yesterday. She was not the mousy girl I discarded so casually.
From the crypt of my boredom a radiant bird on the wing spoke to the power of the magician.
But it was not the lack of fifty pounds or forty years; the trick was in the dove and in the vision to set it free.
As I cowered behind a column, pummeled by their easy laughter, I understood why Jesus wept.
旧时老情人,昨日商场遇。
当年黄毛小丫头,弃之我未惜。
无聊心痒处,有鸟张凤翥。
魔术何由来,欲与法师语。
魔力非神仙,非减赘肉五十磅,亦非穿越四十年。
魔法在鸽心,由心出双眼:自由大于天。
蜷缩墙柱后,一任嬉笑宰。
顿时心明白:耶稣洒泪实无奈。
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