Living Through
Opening the door to an unscripted way,
I journey into the day,
Guided by a blooming ray,
I hold onto hope and pray.
I walk into the daylight,
Though I am trailed by the night,
I am aided to fight,
By something beyond sight.
I may not be in full bloom,
I may be weary from the gloom,
Spiritual songs pervade my room,
Freeing me from every fiery fume.
Life is a vast field,
Where dutiful hands gather the yield,
Doggedness holds the shield,
As I navigate all that life may wield.
June 29, 2026.
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