sojourning, not self-possessed,...
sojourning, not self-possessed, '... above the fruited plains ...'
In a land where convenience furthers,
Not perseverance, and 'ignorance is bliss',
Is amiss, as its far more than 'Godliness',
It being, 'All', and n'er is perceived,
The universe of a grain of sand, as it,
Like love grasped, just falls from their hand,
Even the hollow of belief is an unattainable goal,
For, the path less traveled, more travailed,
Is n'er sold. In their opine, their best, 'skol'.
Though, the sinewed, special snowflakes, striving
To thrive, experiencing faith, know, it's not their
Outstretched hand that lifts another, humbling so,
Awakening to sunshine, it's daylight's spirit,
Bringing eyes to skies of wonder, a cityscape.
Our shoulders to it, unburdens, still hands
Only put to heart, beings only art. Fulfilled,
Then home again, and eve's rest, food, friends,
Jest, night breezes, moon's horizon, life arises.
Challenge :) Multi-phrase: 'daylight's spirit',
'skies of wonder', 'moon's horizon'; with K.C.
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