Life
Power comes to those who would prevail,
In mind, in sight, in countenance, in name,
Thus arbitrate for one, who must avail,
Of humble heart and gentle ease to gain,
Wisdom comes to him, who would return,
To challenges most fearsome and most loath,
If in his heart the blazing fire burns,
And every lesson brings about its growth,
Beauty comes to all who would but see,
That love and grace so tender and so still,
Is worthy of a patient mind that’s free,
To please, to smile as others balk and shrill,
And peace it comes to those who would contrive,
That power, wisdom, beauty will revive.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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