Wednesday, January 24, 2024





Sometimes I have to ask

      Is there anyone capable of love

         as deeply as I see?

Can not we all feel the joy of life,

    why does this wandering have to be?

Is it those things which keep our Spirit

     from being free?

The life which drives us in despair,

    Is often empty within and without,

birthing security from realities built 

    to keep the oceans out.

But islands should rise above the sea

    tranquil places within you and me.

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