the gift that’s given

the gift that's given

the gift that’s given, quiet, on the march

the moments spent spent in careless disarray

the me in you and me, the roman arch

of bodies made to bend and shape that way

 

the heart inside the man that seeks the heart

the soul inside of you that courts release

the gift that’s given, taken; whole, in part –

the constant striving, looking for

surcease

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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