The Cause
Many not realizing the greatness of the cause,
seeing only the limitation through working laws.
The call to those whose hour has come to awake,
and lullabies to those who do not want to face the ache.
When success drinks from the heart its own tears,
the ridicule gained the failure overcoming fears.
Confounded balance by ideal limitations,
missing wakening by whole heart creation.
Perturbed hearts that upsets the truth,
not hearing the voice of virtues silence youth.
By rapidity of life where imagination cannot follow,
drawing strength by humility is the oracle of Apollo.
When the unreality of life pushes against the will,
the love reality opens the door in very still.
In the influence that controls every situation,
Inshallah is the divine preparation.
Great souls need to struggle and to bear,
more responsibilities are given in that life affair.
The children of sorrow have a sense of gratitude,
leadership and cause with the right attitude.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
