Out of the Mire

March 20, 2008

Out of the mire
Lotus rises true
From yesterday’s sorrows
Hope springs forth anew

Out of the east
Colors call your name
Echoes of tomorrow
Today ringing the same

Fearful frustration
Ego’s lonely call
Trudging the miles
Walking ever tall

Healing and sickness
Sorrow and great glee
Walk the path of clarity
Open eyes still see

Out of the mire
Lotus rises true
From yesterday’s sorrows
Hope springs forth anew

Type: Poetry

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