Otherwise

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Haphazardly, in the process of finding ourselves,

we can still get lost, become self-complacent.

Becoming far too consumed on one focal point

that we are more like some horse with blinders

just plodding along- while in our mind

believing we’ve just finally hit our stride

and more important, way out in front of everyone else.

Never even noticing we are the only ones in a race

and missing life and all the scenery along the way.

There is something to be said of an old adage,

of stopping to appreciate the roses along the way.

I’d prefer to be a horse in some pastoral setting,

roaming mountainous green meadows- unencumbered

than some cosmopolitan rat chasing…toxic crumbs.

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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