Wild
At night I sit and turn my gaze above
to endless points of light, the infinite
that speak of past, of present, speak of love,
transcending the small lives wherein we sit.
Unknowing, focus we upon the trials
our fleeting lives do bear, and yet we stay
enmeshed in our accomplishments, the miles
we claim to travel, all the while we weigh
the value of existence by those roads -
how far we’ve traveled, worthiness it gives
to lives spent in pursuit of heavy loads
for she who suffers most, most truly lives!
But in releasing burdens, life is found
so we may live above as on the ground.
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