Worry taxing vindication
Deep lines score a harried brow,
Hooded eyes reveal the torment
Green of bile consuming now.
Years compile the load endureth
Weighted soul with quilted guilt,
Bowed is back and shoulder bendeth
Round and bound imbued as built.
So laboured by the leaden deeds
Weighted by the tomes of greed,
Cloistered with the avarice
Of omnipresent want and need.
Oh to see a mote of sunshine
Beam between the felted cloud,
Oh to feel the right of light
Emerge unhindered from the shroud.
God! To witness ordinary
Moments from this sea of pain…
To capture the exquisite joy
Of freely given mirth again ?
Marshalg
‘Foxglove’, Taranaki
31st December 2012
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
Worry taxing vindication
Deep lines score a harried brow,
Hooded eyes reveal the torment
Green of bile consuming now.
Years compile the load endureth
Weighted soul with quilted guilt,
Bowed is back and shoulder bendeth
Round and bound imbued as built.
So laboured by the leaden deeds
Weighted by the tomes of greed,
Cloistered with the avarice
Of omnipresent want and need.
Oh to see a mote of sunshine
Beam between the felted cloud,
Oh to feel the right of light
Emerge unhindered from the shroud.
God! To witness ordinary
Moments from this sea of pain…
To capture the exquisite joy
Of freely given mirth again ?
Marshalg
‘Foxglove’, Taranaki
31st December 2012
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