poems

Reflections

1/6/02

And so we tend to stagger on,

Not sure of much except

Another dawn,

Which hopefully will follow

Yet another night

And guide our footsteps forward

On the pathway toward the light

 

Where glows the promise of a life

Released from agony and strife;

In which addictions have been

Put to flight,

Where dread and fears have

Passed away,

And every thought is one of

Shear delight.

 

Then always may we feel the glow

Of self control, and may we grow

Enriched, enlightened, ever free

Of misdirected images of “me”.

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