Celebration of Appreciation

I wrote this one many years ago when I was feeling extra noble for some reason..

Celebration of Appreciaton

 

It is not owned by fortune or fame;

By those who would seek it for personal gain,

Nor by those who this world’s lies do ensnare;

Whose end comes so quickly as if by a dare.

 

Those who would seek it know all to well

That its attainment can conquer the Powers of Hell.

And while the odyssey is riddled with doubt,

It becomes the crown of the true and devout.

 

As pure as distanced snow touched by the ray,

Or deep like the sound of the coast’s crashing wave.

Rich as the palace of the mightiest king;

And with strength to protect like a brooding hen’s wing.

 

Honor can never be bought or enticed,

Swindled, stolen or captured in shiest.

For it is the end of a road long and weary;

A journey of woe and a trail of tears.

 

So to those who desire this glorious crown,

I say that there is no easy way it can be found.

Truth in the Heart with show it the way

And guide the Soul on to wear it one day.

 

 

Steve

Dec. 26, 1997

Copyright 1997

 

 

Reviews

[Aspiring Angel]

Good Morning Steve

What a beautiful way to begin my day within my first check in with the Cafe. As I am bringing my things to Writer's Cafe I am finding that my work from years gone by seems to speak more clearly than my work of today. Probably cause my today is kind of crazy right now. Shoot always getting sidetracked. ROTFL

This may have been a write from days gone by, but it still spoke your heart at the time, and when the heart is spoken, poetry is present. I so enjoyed this in ever way. It makes you think, it touches the heart, and it leaves a great message. I wish that I was not the only one that has so far seemed to have found it here.

Well my talented friend, time for another cup of coffee. See you soon again.
Lesa