I can not help but seek the error
in my road -
or the seed of my failure
or wonder that I wandered so far off course.
Self analysis has not brought me peace
The words of prophets, only momentary grace
Perhaps that is all the grace I can ask for.
Perhaps there is - no - grace.
I wonder at the veracity and credibility of my vision -
I can not deny nor embrace them.
Transparent light is not crystal or clear
or enlightening~as all light reflects all color
even when the source of multi-hues
cannot be readily handily seen.
I ask for too much, from light, and
from myself and others. - Jo McKay, 2010
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A 'stranger' wrote a poem for me once (least wise I've never found
another author). It read "In that what is crystalline, represents the pure
heart & the pure spirit - may the light that shines on you - shine clear through" - he left it for me, with a white rose, at my work - for a while, I sought that transparent light. :)
Some things are hard to hear and hard to say, poetry, sometimes provides the way. - by Polar Jo (Jo McKay)
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