POEM: Each Day a Work of Heart

For every won of us
Each day
Is a of
Canvassing inexhaustible possibilities
Of epic themes
Momentary epiphanies
And daily grooves
Imploring colors
Exploring textures
Mating with perfect light
Not mirrorly framed
Buy the ornate
Or threw making a scene
Shooting blanks with one’s chimera
Taking residents
In a mythical portrait
But climbing stares
Crossing a-ghastly gape
Enduring risky convictions
Chopping epilogues
Aslumber jack knows
Would
Like the back of his hand
If only
How to brandish a climax
While never pandering exhibitionists
And never finishing
As a museum
Of beginnings unknown
Endings all too familiar
And what
Goest unseen
The ultimate intra-mural
Being more than animated
For an others viewing
And the rest
For if the day is seized
Even gallery slaves
Can Marvel®
At what is still

This poem is intended to help you remember that your is a of , a work of .  Hopefully, the mining of you ’s treasures is a lifelong and -filled adventure.  I that you have the to , partly for the simple of it, but reserving a few special to make come alive for yourself and others.  May you take risks in service of your .  May you focus less on how others judge and misjudge your most treasured .  May you know what makes you alive, and may you know this more deeply than anything else in the world.  May you live into this knowledge wholeheartedly.  If you should that your and passions might not fit into what the world needs, rest assured that what the world need is for people to come alive!

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