song of compassion

while young hours begin to starve,
activate the images that drive you,
song to the imagination fasting,
grasping a vision that is true and mighty,
with a visible face,
long time appearing,
the sun leaped up like a gift from a good spirit,
the scene that can remind you of universal truth,
like a prophesy that is subliminally applied,
death is not an impending enemy,
but a constant lesson with one final test,
and the triumph will be
the lasting impression of kindness in life,
and the outreach of a helping hand at darkest hour
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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