This sole soul, that lone soul, circuit this globe
Beyond time, measure by measure, their feet
Graceful and precise beneath mercy's robe.
Their rhymes, their reasons making life complete.
Sunlight, dawn, and roses - word made flesh, bone.
Mere painted players, yet more, filling stage
After stage, stars to guide the lonely home.
It matters not one's nation, creed, or age.
Draw back the curtain, leave behind the lies
That pit the lost against the lost - darkness
Desolation gripping so many eyes.
Sun and stars, these loving souls end starkness.
His words light way to walk as others do.
His timeless phrases provide our cue.
Barbara Butler McCoy
[[Photo: Sky over Currituck Sound, NC; Barbara
Butler McCoy, November, 2010]]
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