PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant …April 29, 2015

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In the Mix

 I am a blessed man

In a beleaguered land

Sharing the best I can

 

I am a silly goose

Out on the loose

Escaping the hanging noose

 

I am a simple child

Needing to be mild

Running toward the wild

 

I am a son of Earth

Sailing a sea of mirth

Granted a second birth

 

I am spiritually poor

Never quite sure

Seeking a needful cure

 

I reject the lie

So when I die

My truth can fly

 

The law has a letter

But I know better

Than to be its debtor

 

I see pieces of me

In every single he

And my equal she

 

I consider my could

Whispering my would

Settling for my should

 

I am quite aware

I have much to share

But frightened to care

 

But there is no fix

No magical tricks

Just stirring in the mix

 

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