shine on
the road from Heaven to Hell and back again
i have traveled many times
the lines that tether the two together
are creations of mine own mind
seeds of good, seeds of angst
i must confess i have sown
the fruit thereof would i have suffered
if i had only known
we aimlessly meander along the path
gathering visions as we go
dreams we ponder, dreams embraced
we face, we nurture they grow
then the harvest does come about
as we turn ourselves to task
we gather the bounty of thine own hands
from whence they come don’t ask
we circumspect in our own works
the thing thy hands have wrought
the blessed gift that all life yields
is what thy road has taught
the crop is weighed the tare is measured
and the measure of self is seen
need not you confess, thy works have spoke
and truth from my shadows i glean
we yield to the lesser of what we be
with not the courage to define
that we are so much more than lore
when we unmask and face our divine
this road we have traveled many times
we know it all too well
can you hear the silence speak
let us listen to what it must tell
let not thy soul yield any more
to the feeble found in the night
be the Sun and shine my child
that the world may see thy light
shine on
© 18 May 2013 : william s. peters, sr.
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