Each Man

Each Man Each man walks upon a ground where self-interred, the storms and toys he entertained will not accommodate the heaven he thought might lurk behind the gray horizon far away. Not so. Closer is his tomb. Now every man is his own channel to the path beneath his feet. Each excites the tremors in his body; each may bear his paradise, and no one comes between. In all the universe at hand there lies both gain and loss defining every height and depth humanity will ever know. It is for man; it is for destiny. It calls upon the keepers of the feast to wake the frozen sentinels on watch, alert them to prepare, that love is on the way and they are both the honored guests and masters of the dance. ~