The Human Spirit - M
It chauffeurs the car,
It paddles the canoe,
It pilots the plane,
It steers the ship.
Sometimes it’s a restless wanderer,
Sometimes it’s a calm flowing stream,
Sometimes it’s a raging sea,
Sometimes it’s a howling wind.
Nothing is more estimable,
Nothing is deeply seated,
Nothing is far-reaching,
Then the human's lamp.
We don’t decide its vessel,
We can’t restrain its departure,
We can't barricade its flow,
We are of ourselves helpless.
Like a trodden earthen vessel,
It’s sometimes broken,
Like the sun in the midday sky,
It sometimes glows.
The onus is ours to channel it,
The duty is ours to rekindle its waning glow,
The task is ours to assemble its broken pieces,
The responsibility is ours to rely on its Sculptor.
September 15, 2022.
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