We come into this world in such tentative of ways
Those around us may be battered or defeated
There may soon be days of bliss and the herald of a promise
As we slowly claim our senses where they’re needed
There is so much to remember, even more we must forget
And it’s often that the night we face is long
Opportunities are many to join ranks and files of heartaches
Just as frequent as there are to join in song
So we stumble and we fall and we rise up to our knees
We rattle in our cages, walk our paces
We frolic with the faeries as we fight the battles boldly
Seeking peace of heart among our earthly graces
Over time, if we allow it, we are privy to our soul
She is nebulous, elusive in allure
In the thinnest veil of mist to the thickest muck of clouds
We imagine her but never can be sure
So we soldier on, we saunter, sometimes dancing, sometimes frozen
We can use or waste the gifts that we are given
As we reach and then withdraw there is energy described
So our lives can move toward death or join the living
But it’s always up to us, every detail, every picture
All the lightness and the darkness and the choices
For our world is but a Chorus singing heavenly refrains
And our part is how we sound among the Voices
From “American Poet in England”
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