Friday, November 18, 2011

Laid upon life's clumsy lap

Laid upon life's clumsy lap in humbled drape,
the shreds of days dress mind,
and fall into forgettings' foolish arms,
to borrow yet again time's changeless shape.
I struggle to draw forth from her tight grip,
to fold myself through moments hardly shown,
that Soul may find the way to know her truth;
and Self in full becoming may be born.

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