POEM: A Prize Worth Pain For

One translation of the Buddhist great truth that “life is suffering” is actually “life is work,” simply meaning that life keeps requiring effort on our part…

A Prize Worth Pain For

Awe great faiths re-choir work.

Their life kept
Culling out
Too them
Choiring sow much work
Of awe kinds
A sorted life
In their efface
Axing them
What amor kin they due
Than lonely
That taking
Care of their own
Then just
One vast nest
Of a human family
Peace made
For won and awe
A prize worth pain for
And less accostly
Than all ails that madders
A labor worthy
Of any berth

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