My Focus
Like the great and mighty redwoods grow
As they go higher, the weeds below
Have not one prayer for their continued existence
So it is with me; in firm persistence
I will focus on the light
Not spending energy on what against me fights
But rather spend all on reaching what’s above me, higher
I continue to seek, to hear the lyre
The music of the skies
I embrace the truth, I ignore the lies
Simply growing in the rain
Despite all loss, despite the pain
I keep on reaching again and again
For the sunlight is always before me
1/12/17
Songs From the River 