At death’s door the idea of living is no longer daunting

Yet every human may become an angel by suffering

Since we are the offspring of our muse’s uncovering

And born with strong enough limbs for performing
 

I do not let bitter words with a weak cause give me pause

I dance my aspiration while my soul rests on its knees

I inspire and love God’s face at each person’s first glance

I frame my dear life so facts meet my powerful dreams
 

If You Are But A Dream.

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