Poet am I? I laugh, I cry.
Why?
When I think ... of all I hold dear.
I fail to live, beyond a mere forhere.
Not for lack of courage. Choosing definite decisions.
But for consequences, that occur within my revision.
Finding my voice.
That is all I seek.
To share that choice.
And truly speak.
Of soul love and immortal life.
Everyday sacred living.
I never grow tired, of strife.
And mysteries, revealing.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
Poet am I? I laugh, I cry.
Why?
When I think ... of all I hold dear.
I fail to live, beyond a mere forhere.
Not for lack of courage. Choosing definite decisions.
But for consequences, that occur within my revision.
Finding my voice.
That is all I seek.
To share that choice.
And truly speak.
Of soul love and immortal life.
Everyday sacred living.
I never grow tired, of strife.
And mysteries, revealing.