To keep our torches afire

Written by: Caroline Cécile Delacroix

 When gray, we are away
 From light that brightly shines
 As if around under a cloud
 We roam, spirit forlorn.
 Our thoughts turn inward
 And we dwell in a well
 Of self righteous indignation
 Which harrows down to our bone marrow
 And sap our energy trapped
 By an arraign of complain.
 The body stricken get sickened
 Little will drugs do to reconstruct
 For it had all begun without the sun
 And we chose to complain and blame
 Outside forces for the extinct of our torches.

 
 We must then choose not to loose
 Life is too precious to waste in recession
 When we are endowed with a soul
 That constantly strives for sunshine.
 We realize that we can choose to shine
 We realize that our precious eyes
 Were given to look outward to things of wonder
 Not to ourselves to seek to delve
 Upon the shelf of a museum, kept
 Tied to tinted glass like shackles.
 And while we sway in the gray
 So consumed with our costumes
 We did not see the sudden sunbeam
 That broke through to reach to the yoke
 Of our awesome fabric, connected to His
 To lead us all to a haven we call heaven.

© March 2012