Enthusiasm
Enthusiasm, a fickle friend,
Illumining the soul, or chasing an end.
A trumpet call to start the race,
Run with heart, or without a face.
Honoring the master’s call alarming,
Or setting the ego dog to barking.
A sailor’s wishing for the wind’s gifting,
Or a soul’s salve in the stars twinkling.
Enthusiasm entices in all its guises,
A forest of virtues as well as vices.
When Apollo's prowess gleamed,
Cupid's arrow deceived
A hero's budding heart, fate's victim,
among the leaves.
Aspire to enthusiasm's enduring aims,
Our Halcyon spirit to exceed the waves.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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