Through The Ages

I was a twinkle in my father’s eye

I was love, made

I was life, encased in a living tomb

I was a child, raised up by a village

I am growth, constant

I am knowledge, seeking

I am a vessel for anything God chooses to gift me with

An open chalice always full of the soul my heart beats with

I am a swirling, tumultuous nebula, yearning

For stardom among the greats

I will be the fuel of my own momentum

I will be a voice heard above the cacophony

I will be a voice heard in a chorus harmoniously

Singing for a steady, true progress

Why stop when all of us (together) can improve, endlessly?

I will seek, I will find, I will grow, I will love

I will always be


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