True enough, a blending,
to some extent, a mending
of some breach, a sending
of renewed hope, extending
from now to beyond pretending
that unity is only an appending,
together a mere attending.
to some extent, a mending
of some breach, a sending
of renewed hope, extending
from now to beyond pretending
that unity is only an appending,
together a mere attending.
No, this is a mystical kenning
to the purpose life is commending,
never a spectrum of solitary rending,
but a transforming and transcending,
willing to work through good and ill, wending
each way, a striving to build, unbending
the furrows of Eden to flower, suspending
any doubt that union is love ascending.
to the purpose life is commending,
never a spectrum of solitary rending,
but a transforming and transcending,
willing to work through good and ill, wending
each way, a striving to build, unbending
the furrows of Eden to flower, suspending
any doubt that union is love ascending.
© 2016 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen
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