This Greater Song
POETRY FORMAT, 19 Jun 2017
The trail gives way, the hills decline
And everything around me mine
Under the risen star –
There’s no distinguishing despair,
No measuring of foul or fair,
All’s one in such a final air
And nothing near or far
To think of promises unborn,
Imagined touches laced with scorn
Makes breath a greater waste –
I’d rather dream of joys achieved
And kisses rich because believed
And blessings holier received
With every sharper taste
Brisk is the night and cold the day
Ahead may be, but warm the play
Of light and love and dark –
So as I rest this greater song
Suffices to make right all wrong
And show that you and I belong
For every star-like spark
Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia is a member of the TRANSCEND Network for Peace, Development and Environment, an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.
This article originally appeared on Transcend Media Service (TMS) on 19 Jun 2017.
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