To Keep Our Torches Afire

When gray, we are away From light that brightly shines As if around under a cloud We roam, spirit forlorn. Our thoughts turn inward And we dwell in a well Of self righteous indignation Which harrows down to our bone marrow And sap our energy trapped By an arraign of complain. The body stricken get sickened Little will drugs do to reconstruct For it had all begun without the sun And we chose to complain and blame Outside forces for the extinct of our torches. We must then choose not to loose Life is too precious to waste in recession When we are endowed with a soul That constantly strives for sunshine. We realize that we can choose to shine We realize that our precious eyes Were given to look outward to things of wonder Not to ourselves to seek to delve Upon the shelf of a museum, kept Tied to tinted glass like shackles. And while we sway in the gray So consumed with our costumes We did not see the sudden sunbeam That broke through to reach to the yoke Of our awesome fabric, connected to His To lead us all to a haven we call heaven. © March 2012