The Way
Feel the sad impulse:
Know pulse between pulse;
A certain sad feel:
A feeling that heals.
In the deep deep dark:
Seek a light that sparks;
Prize true faith that lights:
Know the way of sight.
Prize the touch of hope:
Watch as wonder scopes;
Seize the certain way:
Triumph despite the day.
See how death sets free:
A stillness to be;
Death is the sure art:
Homeward glimpse that starts.
In a short span brief:
Linger not on grief;
Free from mortal sighs,
A soul never dies.
Here upon the way:
Birth to birth streams play;
A cast now touching:
Glimpses of dreaming.
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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