Voyage
Who is out there
that colors my Nordic soul at will,
that sometimes takes my hand,
that sometimes drags me across
an endless stretch of rusty anchors?
What is out there
that waits in the darkness for me to falter,
that thinks my will is but a matter of time,
that wonders at the often discomfort I willingly endure
to reach journeys’ end?
Why is the light so patient
as to sleep while I run,
to blink when I cry,
to patiently wait with beams of enlightenment
as my reflecting years slow to curious days
waiting to find out
what
who
why
is beyond the horizon?
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Mainstream media seeks the extreme every day only because it is very competitive and needs to stay that way. Anyone with a careful thought will realize that the world is much better than the media projects. We just have to turn to our friends and neighbors.
This one really strikes home.
Ron