We Are the Bark
We are the bark, whose skin is hardened
By our life’s complaints;
Experiencing our separateness,
Together all as saints.
Our triumph is to conquer worlds
That each of us create;
Our failure lies in birth of moments
That we hesitate.
Life will come in ways we cannot see;
Creeping up, bubbling up
In our periphery.
Desire be the Ghost, of Immortality.
Life will crush the breath
Of expectations born;
Blow away the leaves,
From all Septembers, torn.
Snowflakes floating on our prayers,
Angels walk beside you.
A sorrow for the hunger souls may feel.
A myth of Love that turns our liquids solid.
A Moment’s gift from God for Time to steal.
By our things are we created.
No faults except the ones we give ourselves.
A moment, maybe two to pause
Reflect on what to do.
And Time Away!
The air is where it is supposed to be.
Although we take it to ourselves,
Such cost is never free.
The needed cost for life
Are we.
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