An opened up pomegranate. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Brick by brick we build
There is no shortcut
To what the deep horizon holds
No alchemist to quickly turn
Rank debris into gold
No mother here
To sternly scold
Just will, desire
Fully involved
Step by step we climb
Each foothold here
Is but a web and weave of grace
Which no genius of brevity
May yet replace
No pomegranate
For our taste
We stand before
Our own eternal face
Life by life we grow
A child, a man
Again a child in innocence
We make our fates
On perfect circumstance
And higher powers
May observe, may glance
To see at last
Our Maestro’s dance
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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[ Smiles ] Nice and intriguing!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
[ Smiles ] You are welcome!
I loved this line ;
We make our fates
On perfect circumstance………and we do its being human that stuffs up the perfection. Lovely Helen.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Oh my… how you’ve been blessed. * bows*
Thank you so much, that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂
I agree with Sharon….but, I have to say, too, that we are the ones that are truly blessed. We get to turn on our computers and be in the presence of greatness. Yes, Sis, I mean you! 🙂 xxxx
Wow, thanks Skye, that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂 xxxx
Sent from the heart. You are very dear to me!! 🙂