There is a bold alacritas alive in all your style
An eager joyful readiness smiles all the while
Something in you wants to rise, beauty in art
High & lifted up your spirit enters every part
Holy in a willing heart cheerful flowing giver
Obedience with warmth pure streaming river
Lean a little forward let your mind brush tips,
An out-stretched Hand, an Eternity let er rips,
With alacrity and charm, your Soul steps first,
Always behind the curtain her moments burst
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:26 AM UTC
There is a bold alacritas alive in all your style
An eager joyful readiness smiles all the while
Something in you wants to rise, beauty in art
High & lifted up your spirit enters every part
Holy in a willing heart cheerful flowing giver
Obedience with warmth pure streaming river
Lean a little forward let your mind brush tips,
An out-stretched Hand, an Eternity let er rips,
With alacrity and charm, your Soul steps first,
Always behind the curtain her moments burst
Too much of life today, it seems to me, is in the fog of a slow mire, a slough of despond, but when we let it, there is an alacrity available to us that comes in the least expected moments, and we can only hope a poet is there to see the clarity and run across the field to eagerly embrace her.
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