Transform the Soul That Seeks Out Sympathy
Ever wondered how unhappiness
got hold of this unchangeable destiny,
or how powerlessness was repressing every joy?
This isn't a quick-fix, but a solution with a promise...
to transform the soul that seeks out sympathy,
and no obscurity will hide your greatness;
men can try to prevent it, but nobody
will succeed and their rage will turn
their faces pale and provoke an envy,
so repugnant, which will make them discern
the sheer irony of their laugh!
Boldly and constantly push forward,
and conquer the new frontiers with that hopeful relief;
and the wilderness won't frighten you with its silence,
and as you struggle to reach your destined place,
notice how the eagles make the empty sky so festive,
and the larks and ravens gather where it's warm...
and as they have, you will find your new home!
Bring along your guitar, your harmonica and violin,
rest underneath that balmy willow trees and virtuously sing;
music consoles, inspires and gives us scope and identity...
when life can't allows us anymore wishes,
reprimanding us of all the unhallowed deeds,
not to have transformed the soul that sought out sympathy!
Soul...what will make you whole is an unimpeachable integrity,
a plausible indication to be aware and godly;
soul...don't be unguarded when doubt strikes unfavorably...
transform yourself, and seek out sympathy with that infallible sincerity!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
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