May 26

Progressively lost
Thirsted for order

Parched, lost
Perpetually hot
Yearned for soothing

We each strive to grow
To turn with the seasons
A new dawn, a new spring

Each in our own ways
With self mastery
Or faith
Or balance
Or stumbled luck

We all heal along the way
Or fall to shatter
Somewhere along the road
The sun hits us again
And the glass melts

We head to the same place
The same truth
Seen in countless ways
Varied our methods

We find our way through the dark
Through the trials
By something only described as fate, chance, grace

Light shines from creation in many ways
But each is headed in the same direction
In a different way
To the bed they’ve laid

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