Prayer of the Fast Guns

Fast on the draw...

Fast on the draw…

It’s glamorous to be a fast gun. Everyone knows you can shoot down the ones who rise to oppose you. They think you don’t ever need anyone else. Sometimes even the people you need. Why we intone our lonely prayer.

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

The author is Poe, the title is “Alone.” I forgot to add the ending. Amen.

2 thoughts on “Prayer of the Fast Guns

  1. Not ignoring you, just busy—trying to get some work done before I have to find gainful employment. I am still a loyal reader!

  2. Likewise. While I’m around a bit less these days, trying to *stay* gainfully employed, I continue to return here in quiet moment to read and reflect.

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