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Writer's pictureTheresa Baxter

What is great in us



How we revere that which was born

With every sympathy adorned

Almost to a fault has been endowed

So that devotees cry aloud

“Oh progeny that takes the best

Devoid of use, discards the rest!”

But sadly we that toil in shade

Our lesser parts so poorly made

Must find within our inner light

And be content to shy from sight

Yet I contend this makes us mighty

We summon our own rank, and rightly

Be champions of slight and meek

In our own minds to us we speak

“Lift up your eyes and meet their gaze

There are more virtues we may praise

To others seem oblivious

To wiser minds not frivolous…”

The ease at which conclusions drawn

Of decades worth I draw upon

That living is experience

Epiphanies don’t come at once

The slow wind of clock’s second hand

Shall bring us close to understand

That shallow waters so quick recede

Supply us little what we need

But deep the seas, they trick our eyes

At endless depths, our future lies

For infinite is kind compassion

That we will never have to ration

Potential reached in heady rush

Uplifting what is great in us…

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