A Place Called "Higher'A Poem by Francis RosenfeldI want to look up to my life, even in its mundane unfolding. I want to look up to the cleanliness and beauty of a million little things never noticed because they were good.I want to look up to my life, even in its mundane unfolding. I want to look up to the cleanliness and beauty of a million little things never noticed because they were good. I want to wake up to hope every morning, and lay my soul to rest at the end of the day, all the while knowing that its labor had meaning and life has been bettered by it. The bright linen, the warm hearth and the sunlight, they’re small tokens of infinite love spun from the essence of a place called ‘higher’, and that’s where I wanna go.
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Added on February 21, 2018 Last Updated on February 21, 2018 AuthorFrancis RosenfeldAboutFrancis Rosenfeld has published ten novels: Terra Two, Generations, Letters to Lelia, The Plant - A Steampunk Story, Door Number Eight, Fair, A Year and A Day, Mobius' Code, Between Mirrors and The Bl.. more..Writing
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