falling through hope deeper than deep
down to a nowhere-somewhere
where my soul blindly sulks
Must hang on to that nothing
falling free, bumping into space
the walls of which are darkness
the groans of which, unhinged
Tis a journey to a new land
where surprises lay in the breeze
and flowers sprout to blossom
my blood longing to Spring
The sun will bring new insights
the moon-still night delights
and God will be my life-shield
causing demons to book their flight
The drop requires much patience
a suff'ring truth, a dread
with pounding on the down-swing
kneading me into bread
Can't tell where I'll end-up
but up is where I'll end
though my feet flounder while falling
the bottom will be my friend
I'm running on the edge of tomorrow
waking in hope of life today
being true to my feat's inspiring
The great moment of my life will be death, to die by choice, giving myself to Love, in freedom, with no turning back-a holy release.
We are all beautiful before we grow old. But it is when we grow wise that we are more beautiful than youth.
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