To move forward,
We must tarry,
And leave last grip behind
"Life is a balance of holding on and letting go."
The balance we must master;
Of holding on and letting go,
The challenge of this,
To reach our lofty precipice.
Hand over hand,
One step at a time,
Life's asscent,
Your's and mine.
To move forward,
We must tarry,
And leave last grip behind
To find a new footing,
In this, our golden time.
Tis not farewell,
Tis not goodbye,
But a fond embrace,
To what come's nye.
A new day,
With each foot fall,
A new awareness,
That the peaks call,
Growth.
We climb ever higher,
By holding on,
And letting go.
________________________________________
Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 16:30
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We must tarry,
And leave last grip behind
Growth
"Life is a balance of holding on and letting go."
The balance we must master;
Of holding on and letting go,
The challenge of this,
To reach our lofty precipice.
Hand over hand,
One step at a time,
Life's asscent,
Your's and mine.
To move forward,
We must tarry,
And leave last grip behind
To find a new footing,
In this, our golden time.
Tis not farewell,
Tis not goodbye,
But a fond embrace,
To what come's nye.
A new day,
With each foot fall,
A new awareness,
That the peaks call,
Growth.
We climb ever higher,
By holding on,
And letting go.
________________________________________
Poetry by W. Burkholder
Read 597 times
Written on 2007-03-05 at 16:30
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