To breathe a life, to live a breath,
Inhale, in deep, and put off death.
To be, to think, a being thought,
A light and salt, and seeing, sought.
To move in rhythm with the stars,
To dance with Venus and pierce Mars.
To laugh, to play, to be a song,
To do justice, to right what's wrong.
To write a poem poetically,
To run a race heroically.
But I am lost and helpless too,
Though found, though loved, though graced by you.
And I cry, and I hurt (I live).
And I'm breath, and I'm dirt (I live).
3 comments:
Beautiful.
I'm glad yesterday was such a pretty, joyous day.
Scott:
What a wonderful gift of poetry and grace! Blessings.
Bruce L.
Loved your poem. Thought provoking, image rich. Thanks for sharing it.
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