Courage Rises Even As I Moan
From time and place and season I am lost,
Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn
Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost
Nor label me with epithets of scorn
For usual paths lead to the usual place
The safest way to live and perhaps to die
But wandering through the woods I find new space
and in wild grasses with the fox I lie.
Through distant trees, i see a way to go
as narrow as a slit in pallid stone
This is my destined way, I seem to know
And courage rises even as I moan.
Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find
Another way,a place,another mind.
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