Each Man

Each man walks upon a ground
where self-interred, the storms
and toys he entertained will not
accommodate the heaven he thought
might lurk behind the gray horizon
far away.  Not so.

Closer is his tomb.  Now every man
is his own channel to the path
beneath his feet.  Each
excites the tremors in his body;
each may bear his paradise,
and no one comes between.  In all

the universe at hand there lies
both gain and loss defining every
height and depth humanity will
ever know.

 It is for man; it is
for destiny. It calls upon
the keepers of the feast to wake

the frozen sentinels on watch,
alert them to prepare,  that love
is on the way and they
are both the honored guests
and masters of the dance.
              ~

Reviews

[Tom]

Every man knows the true righteousness that lies within his heart, so trip lightly along the path and be not lead astray for those watching sentinels are ever omnipresent!

Philosophically penned with endearing charm!

[Dean]

thank you so much

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

We are given much; and with that responsibility, we must stake our claim and value it in the claiming. If not, we create our own fate and have no one to blame but ourselves. Your writing always feeds a hunger, and I never walk away feeling unfulfilled.

[Dean]

you are too kind to me

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Just being truthful.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Let not famine feast upon your bones. It will only leave you hungry.

[Dean]

hunger indeed is very much a factor