Theos-Talk Archives (February 2006 Message tt00018)

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From: carlosaveline cardoso aveline <carlosaveline@hotmail.com>
To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Friday, February 03, 2006 12:53:57 PM
Subject: RE: Theos-World Who Will Answer?


Friends,

"Who will answer?"
The Voice of the silence will.
As long as  one doesn't find that Voice and the  Peace in one's own heart,
it is mos likely useless to look for them elsewhere.

Best regards,  Carlos Cardoso Aveline


>From: "Daniel H. Caldwell" <danielhcaldwell@yahoo.com>
>Reply-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com
>To: danielhcaldwell@yahoo.com
>Subject: Theos-World Who Will Answer?
>Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2006 13:35:24 -0800 (PST)
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>Who Will Answer?
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>A song made popular in 1967 in the
>USA by Ed Ames
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>Hallelujah! Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!
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>>From the canyons of the mind,
>We wander on and stumble blindly
>Through the often-tangled maze
>Of starless nights and sunless days,
>While asking for some kind of clue
>Or road to lead us to the truth,
>But who will answer?
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>Side by side two people stand,
>Together vowing, hand-in-hand
>That love's imbedded in their hearts,
>But soon an empty feeling starts
>To overwhelm their hollow lives,
>And when they seek the hows and whys,
>Who will answer?
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>On a strange and distant hill,
>A young man's lying very still.
>His arms will never hold his child,
>Because a bullet running wild
>Has struck him down. And now we cry,
>"Dear God, Oh, why, oh, why?"
>But who will answer?
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>High upon a lonely ledge,
>a figure teeters near the edge,
>And jeering crowds collect below
>To egg him on with, "Go, man, go!"
>But who will ask what led him
>To his private day of doom,
>And who will answer?
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>If the soul is darkened
>By a fear it cannot name,
>If the mind is baffled
>When the rules don't fit the game,
>Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer?
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>Hallelujah! Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!
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>In the rooms of dark and shades,
>The scent of sandalwood pervades.
>The colored thoughts in muddled heads
>Reclining in the rumpled beds
>Of unmade dreams that can't come true,
>And when we ask what we should do,
>Who... Who will answer?
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>'Neath the spreading mushroom tree,
>The world revolves in apathy
>As overhead, a row of specks
>Roars on, drowned out by discotheques,
>And if a secret button's pressed
>Because one man has been outguessed,
>Who will answer?
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>Is our hope in walnut shells
>Worn 'round the neck with temple bells,
>Or deep within some cloistered walls
>Where hooded figures pray in halls?
>Or crumbled books on dusty shelves,
>Or in our stars, or in ourselves,
>Who will answer?
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>If the soul is darkened
>By a fear it cannot name,
>If the mind is baffled
>When the rules don't fit the game,
>Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer?
>
>Hallelujah! Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!
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