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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