I touch the moments everlasting
Deep and strong and quiet standing
Where joy or grief or emptiness linger on
in some past moment now long gone
A shape of perception is rooted well
in the epiphanies of heaven and hell
when life is raw; stripped and stark
leaving these indelible marks
Is chance leading the inner journey?
Why do we seem to slowly hurry
during the opportunity to speak or remain
unmoved in these minutes we throw away?
Born in sacrifice and bred in pain
reared to choose our own way
How can we live except in vain?
When nature directs, how can we not obey?
Yet greater stands a solemn plea
to turn the tide on eternity
and take each choice as it comes
Reach out in peace and do not run
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Poetry"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
