What light does shine when the words
are read anew
When again thoughts are lowered down
into the well
Brought up again as in Samaria
What cracks and fissures show
Shall not the mind gleam more brightly
Call back and who may answer
What words define and lay out in tracks
Done and yet to to do
Seen but yet with few eyes
A greater self waits with baited breath
for a the day when separate shall be one
One forgets and one remembers
Time slips and Who stands
Lost is the day in memory
Unlocked by the ticking of the clock
When it is tread upon again by others
Shall the footprint of the day made
more sure
The Hand that guides the hands
What work is being built
Who does arise in dawning day
To guide the few in the fall
What lights and shadows play upon the
wall
To show the way
Shall not wings
Stretch out with vigor
Let loose the storm
Pull back
Let loose the corners
Is not Love the Greatest Treasure
What else may be found that surpasses
it in luster
For it shall scoff at impossible things
Bend the laws and tip the scales
Kick up the dust of Time and Nations
Till settled upon a New Page
Courage alone presses on
Defies the ground of probability
Shakes loose assumptions
Forges ahead in spiral path
Lays the pattern
Makes sure the mind
Clashes again against so-called Fate
What battles still lie ahead
Asks the man who feels he has conquered
all
Should not the day excite and hurry
quicker
What missing pieces are yet to be found
Looking between the cracks
What fits and what does not
For we are yet still broken
Darkness hides the eyes
And shapes fill the castle of the mind
Too full for some and see no way out
Too empty for others who see nowhere to
go
Explode, combine again, explode anew
Where to the pieces rest
Do I yet have all but one
Or none at all save one
What shall unlock the day
Perseverance
Again they wheel about at the same
tasks
Looking backwards while plowing
Carry such a lighter load
Be burdened not by the past
Sustenance and Covering
Purpose and Love
What more do you yet strive for
Air and thicker which does not but
choke
Fashion new tools with which to carve
For incomplete you are yet today
Acting as though everything were
nothing and nothing everything
A tree stands alone in a forest
It's leaves a different shade of green
It's boughs, some more twisted, some
straighter
Who seeks the shade of this forgotten
tree
Or would they but pave it under with
similar weed
Hide it's branches from the Sun
Mistake it for another totally
dissimilar
Lob off it's limbs for a futile project
What new things lie under the Sun
In guise disguised
What shapes do they take
What rules do they follow
What mirror will reflect them
The echo of the mind reaches deep
Across voids and beyond stars
Tormented with pain from things
unfulfilled
An empty socket looking for a bulb
A flower to grow in rich soil
What yet forces it down the stairs
Do they fear it's darkness, fear the
depths
For in flames it sits waiting for a
torch to bear it's light
When doves grace the day, do the ravens
follow
Shall overwhelming brightness coat the
day in mystery
Or shall wings of black take flight
across the impossible
Through the archway of red what
warnings come forth
Who feels the tiniest tremor of the
days approaching
Who feels the tides and winds changing
to East
Should perhaps beasts rescue men
Make straighter the path by humble
beetle
Make bolder the heart by gracious bear
Clear the road by mighty moose
Spread forth the Word by busy bee
Make good the pattern by hunting cat
Sniff forth the quarry by eager dog
What price do you give for another soul
What deed do you give shape to so
others may live
How mighty your works when amplified by
God's breath
From what vantage point do you sit when
given a task
Think you are in brightest light
Then what of those that dwell in
darkness
What help are you to them if in ivory
tower you set yourself
Do not fear to share with them the
bitter fruit
Know their path and make your way more
firm
For if untested you are, I weep
Yet then the mighty day may cause you
to wilt
Heavy in heart I write these words
Give weight to my sayings
I too have sat in dust and ashes
What fruits of the garden may I yet see
How deep are the seeds which I have
planted
May they yet see light from the sorrow
in which I have sewn them
What flowers bloom forth unexpected
Might they yet be like bottle gourd and
appear in the night
What need do I have of warning
Shall not growth be expected
Why do you yet hide behind curtain
Two olives grew from branches entwined
One felt the other as the breeze swayed
What watered one, refreshed the other
The light of the Sun, was it not the
same on both
What separates them should be counted
as nothing
The beast in the dark growled
Yet the man stood his ground
Against all odds he interposed himself
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