The Fortunes of Us All

No words of mine can potently display the anguish and the joy that touch our lives; yet all our ghostly forebears went this way where words may pierce our hearts like sharpened knives. No sentient being willingly at first Accepts the pain that true perception brings. Yet we must not take hearts to be a curse; we need not flee from knowledge,though it stings. Each day demands our thoughtfulness and love from which all better action justly comes each day the grace we have is just enough as through the meta narratives we roam For life' s but a true story we invent, with passion and with purified intent