Here is a place where wings
Can lift and free again.
Here is a place where thirst
Is slaked and faith renewed.
Here is a place where hope
Brightens the world.

If never so tired and spent
That you cannot go on,
Then your efforts are not full
Not worthy; halfhearted
With no heat, no collapse
In a heap of trying.

Way beyond comfort
There lies a secret place
Where stillness and peace
Surround you in a clench
And action leaves no doubt:
You are tenacious, worn out.

03/15/2005

Posted on 01/15/2006
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