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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Adult >> ID #1607913  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Freedom to Love
Being free means giving of ourselves.
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FREEDOM TO LOVE

How much time is there to explore
one small realm in the globes of our minds?
How little we notice what pierces our thoughts
  with our vision held hostage and blind.

How soon we notice the tick of the clock
  that informs us our lives are in play.
How late we linger in childhood dreams
  while we sculpt our tethers in clay.

How long must regret hold us bound by our past
  to take ransom our honor and pride?
How short is the time we have to amend and
  to grieve and release what we hide? 

How far must we reach out to others in pain
  to extinguish their anguish with love?
How close can we be for a stranger to feel
  blessed pleasure and joy from above?

How often we’re caught in our own little worlds
  and disregard the time to believe.                     
How seldom we pray for our lives to inspire
  someone else who needs a reprieve.

How tiny we are compared to our Host;
  A grain of sand or a moment in time.
How great we could be if we weren’t what we are,
  Self-centered instead of sublime.

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