The trees are shedding leaves like tears –
While Centuries shed years.
Don’t heed the inner Critic’s voice –
Resist the outer fears.
Don’t take the old Accuser’s blame –
Don’t patronize his shame –
Choose light – not Anti-poetry –
Guard close the sacred Name.
“The way chose you,” the Statesman taught –
“Go forward, and fear not.”
The trees are sprouting bud-like gems –
You’ll find the Spring you sought.
(18 November 2008, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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