I saw a bright light,
The whitest white,
I saw a cold and fearful image,
Doubt in me, left was no vestige.
Desperate ignorant, stupid, seeking
Body and mind, lost and aching.
The heat burning, the flesh sore, searing,
The growing, stretching, shadows leering.
Green fields, blue seas,
Safe hills, tall old trees.
Weary ships rest calm at anchor,
There is no sadness, and no anger.
Spilling out of loveless, lonely, times,
Wondrous thoughts, beautiful rhymes.
At our worst, could we be at our very best,
That perhaps, as beings, we pass the test.
Thieves, cheats, liars, one and all,
Yet with the potential to stand so tall.
Old and young, good and bad,
Each one, both sane and mad.
No room for the stunted, no room for weakness,
Only space for the strong, beautiful and ageless.
The value of the cripple, the sorry, the common,
Is known only when they are gone and forgotten.
How can their be rich without the poor?
How can their be healing without first a sore?
What is the meaning of an old satisfied heart,
If it had no sorrowful, young and reckless start?
What is the point of our tangled complex lives,
But to see that the red hot beating soul never dies?
The curtain draws, the light flickers, it dims,
And once again we are left with just our sins.
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