Minds ache to be free
But all are lost at sea
Scriptures to hold
Tongues too bold
Hold up your light
Behold seventh sight
Of matter sworn
Of ideals born
Virtues torn
Grace worn
Down by fears
Of life left longing
To fill some years
The trees will beckon
Step inside them
Air will lend them
Beams to guide them
All across the sphere
To the here
Already near
First published by Hiraeth Publishing/Illumen Magazine JUL 2024