Sink into pain
When hope runs dry
Ride thrills untamed;
Explore the sky.
But when you rise
From darkened well,
And when your highs
No longer swell--
When shadows flee
Or bright skies cloud,
And what you see
Has no false shroud...
There stillness bides
If you would seek;
When peace you find,
Drink sweet relief.
I want to dedicate the above poem to the seekers. I wish them contentment.
--Rosalind Decker
August 6, 2011
