Elevation to the highest height
Humility to the smallest low
The merry-go-round expresses these
Though we may never accept it so.
But opening the heart, vulnerable,
You can’t be certain the opportunist
Won’t stomp you into dust, cinders,
Though you gain little to show a fist.
Giving, caring, sharing, the sages teach
Trusting in the Higher Power we beseech
The Light, come the flood waters or sun
Trust and goodness within our reach.
An arrow of intention we send above
Branded in the Master’s name: Love.
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