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Cause I
Cause I
Cause I
To endeavor this and so on in life
adorned in strife go on I do till done,
to break the dawn's misty prism,
to further travail this day.
As if to me it were a different shade,
than colored days that bleed to dusk.
Where absolute becomes opaque,
within the starry moonlit sleep.
These eyes that see the same for good,
are open to a dream less understood.
Truly they guide me to places known,
where love and sanctuary's home abides.
And yet it is in driven pain I seek
this remedy of core and nothing less.
Where I can deal with me again,
aloft above my shackled worth.
Held tightly by the gripping fear
of bold decisions to follow winding paths,
I await the ramified circumstance
I once denied the knowledge of.
Here In my heart I finally find peace,
stripped of all that that shadows me
and still I can feel my worth
being alive with nothing in my way.
Within my ignorance, hear me my God,
hear my cry to you within your wisdom
Forgive me that I Have refused till now
to know me the way that you do.
Copyright
William Carey Clause Sr.
