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Sergey Koserov Mar 2019
Wisdom, I look for you on the hillsides, the mountaintops, the sky, and the wonders of the seas.

Yet, wisdom cries to me from a place unseen.

A place I sought in kinsman ship to wisdom and to one who gives it forward.

Oh the ones trampling the footsteps of those always seeking, there place belongs in the great dark deep.

For wisdom having always been light, will one day take its flight and so shall those of thee.

Take me now that I may forever hold my peace.
Sergey Koserov Mar 2019
I have to let go


I have to let go of the rage that only serves as a cage
The confinement of man's understanding within me
When all along, the Lord's is piercing through
I have to let go of the will to fight
I have to let the armor of tempered glass fall
To let the Armor of God ascend
For what I can not see now in action shall be sight
I have to let go of what purgatory I once never fought so well
That once endless torture of the body, mind, heart and soul has drifted to peace
That drop of blood alongside my cheek, my head and face was not because of me, but for someone else.
No more of deathblows, threats, screams, tears or fears
No more late night reprieves
I have to let go of death's door for friends never far away
I have to let go of a mother I never really knew
I have to let go of a family grieved and tempered
I have to let go of strangers all around
I have to let go of a world encased in frightening delight
I have to let go of the little boy that never was
I have to let go to care for those like me
I have to let go and give for the one unseen
What else is there to keep only if to have me further weep
I have to to let go in order to mourn and not be worn.
Don't you see, I have to let go or lose the best of why I am to be me.
So bare along side of me in the question, who do I hold my hands out to?
I found the answer.
Oh Joy!!!

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Sergey Koserov Mar 2019
No crevice too small, no place too far off for the weeping

The weeping of those never sleeping to be heard.
For unto sleep, much is found that one should not dare

Because of the snare.

Death takes it toll in unprecedented means, life is found by the unveiling of the believed.

So, why weep, why lend a tear?

To gladness in fear, disbelief or simply reprieve.

Weeping, mourning and joy,

two give happiness, the other hope

So, carry on weeping as I someone has always heard.

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