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Light On the Other Side

Jeffrey Phillips FreemanJeffrey P. Freeman Oct 29, 2010 1 min read

TL;DR A short, hopeful meditation on finding the light within humanity, even when the world feels burnt and gray. The heart of man is burnt and gray; for all our greatness we lost our way. All alone the blind prevail; no more love and we will fail. Honesty and integrity crumble; kings of men fall and fumble. Love is lost, people torn we die everyday and never mourn. But there is light in babies born.

TL;DR

A short, hopeful meditation on finding the light within humanity, even when the world feels burnt and gray.

Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
The heart of man is burnt and gray;
for all our greatness we lost our way.

All alone the blind prevail;
no more love and we will fail.

Honesty and integrity crumble;
kings of men fall and fumble.

Love is lost, people torn
we die everyday and never mourn.
But there is light in babies born.

Hope exists for those who love;
the light is in us, not from above.

Give of yourself and you will find;
the part of you greater than the mind.
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
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Dedication

-All my love to the reader, Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

check_circleKey takeaways

  • Hope persists even in collapse—light lives in new life
  • The greatest part of us lies beyond the mind, in self-giving
  • Love is the source of light, not something handed down from above
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Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
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