Just a chapter or season or for forty years or so.

Pushed down, incompetent, defective yes, no?

A part to play on the stage of life 

Less than or nothing, disapproved, contrite 

In a moment or months or for three or so.

Surrounded by arms, wings of angels, fly and go

Spirit of truth, A love of such beauty, trusting and real

A Reminder of we are not always what we feel

Laughter and smiles spread through this life

A warm nurturing evening, filled with cheerful delight

I am not home, that place doesn’t exist

Except in my heart that chooses uncommon bliss

I rise to the challenge, to the end of all sad

Knowing that no one is completely all bad

I rise to the freedom, to the beginning of all hope

Knowing that life is not meant to be hard to cope.

Much Love Much Life