Tuesday, October 28, 2014

And though you were


And though you were to forget the words,
left, page by page, blind in the sight of them;

yet, living in their light, would you not see
a dawning age, another kind of birth;

would you not be, in the taming of your rage,
the very might that they are worth?



4 comments:

Jan said...

I wish that I could think like you, William...wonderful thoughts~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. Each day is such a strange, precious thing. I’m glad you’re here.

Lorraine Renaud said...

This rage speaks to me, and Love, Love I want to love, within the rage...

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Lorraine. It is clear you do, and will....