For what, is it meant?
Bent at will, is it?
Shifted on a whim?
Tossed about by random acts of circumstance?
To take a chance,
the hope of luck's gentle greeting?
Is this Life devoid of meaning,
to cease in darkness...
far too fleeting?
Say no--
no to it all.
Life is the call of the Infinite
for Joy.
Life's roots run so deep,
a base, they never reach
no matter how far off they go.
Life, in all its Glory
is just that--
a fairytale story told to the heavens.
So no,
fear not--
beg not for mercy.
Be the writer of your own story.
Bask in its glorious flow.
Be what you know you are.
Be Life.
-Jayme
-Jayme
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