I Walk With Beauty

I stand like roses Wilted in despair, Lost in the station Of life giving breath As tragedy strikes And strips my soul bare; I walk as I talk My life's living death. Now God's will, be done, I hope to endure, By proffering poems At all common marts Or tout to the crowd My latest sure cure For illness acquired From faded old tarts. Yes I cast false pride A way to survive, A belly once starved Shall sweat for a feast; Though hard is my heart Still beating to thrive I walk with beauty Not crawl with the beast. I've carried my cross Down dusty old roads Crossed pastures of dung With sharp bladed fence; I've carried my share Of heaviest loads Guilelessly gifted My own common sense. Watched the grand falcons In clear lofty air, As silent they glide Past steep mountain height; Caught the golden tresses Of God's braided hair; Sanctified meadows As eagles took flight. Passionate vipers Still feed me, indeed! Yet, in my honor, I've burst through the bars. Tasted temptation From sin's fertile seed; And Loved with a love That moved Sun and Stars