Making Way
. for public domain
More horrors are on their way.
More than we should speak on,
more than anyone could say,
such the horrors on their way.
Courage cannot save us;
no more than King Lear's
withered fist against the winds.
Yet he shook with all his might,
in rage, in vain, in glory;
and so shall we, and so shall we.
For we shall not be measured
merely by moving mountains
with Faith. No Earthly calculus
for our authorship exists.
Our Mystery, our Infinity
married in these vesseled souls,
only their children endure the grief
of such the horrors on the way.
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2022
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