By Ralph Earle
No one who has gone there has complained.
It is simple and obvious. No one denies it.
It is beyond speaking. It must be sung.
It is beyond singing. It must be lived.
To live it is a sacrifice, given freely.
The doors are open, the storm approaches.
A freshness rides the wind as we ride upon
the graces strewn in our way, like stallions.
| Copyright © 2014 by Ralph Earle |
I like it Ralph. Very good!
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