More of you, less of me
The soul is but a tiny seed
Nurtured by the engrafted word of truth
Stretching outwards, they form great roots
More sunlight to paint against the darkness
To quicken this heart of stone
Breath life into this flesh
An elixir in wearied bones
More joy to awake the morning
Arising with a shout of glory
Stomach rumbling with fervor
Cascading upwards several stories
More love to bestow upon the masses
To anoint their eyes to see
A single flame can light a fire
In pursuit of destiny
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So much hope in this poem about the things that you can do to make life better for everyone.
Really fantastic lines with so much substance here..so true, I enjoyed it all!
Hope you've had a terrific weekend!
Regina-
Love the final lines here. Very optimistic, this one! Well done!
destiny.... sigh....
Such a lovely write!! loved all the ideas you've put across, kind of spreads the warmth!
This is so refreshing! Very spiritual...
I feel so good after reading this poem. That's what wonderful poetry can do for the soul. Thank you!
Hey WG,
Gosh this makes me feel so uplifted and inspired thank you for being an inspiration!! much love!!:p
Thanks so much, just what I needed... More
Beautiful!! That's the only word I can think of!!
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