Staple This To Your Heart
The pursuit is not as much to attain
The full ripeness of self-confidence,
But to rather pass through it,
To observe its gears from the mind's
Eternal shore, its brass and bravado.
I saw three orange lights on New Years Eve
In the dark and smoky distance
Of my parent's neighborhood.
Then above the street three clouds converged,
one swallowing the other, the third
Swallowing both.
Does the mere fact that we are loved
By God give us all the certainty we will
Ever need? In our movements, thoughts,
And actions?
I shifted in my patio chair,
and suddenly noticed not three lights,
But four. These I stapled to my heart.
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