Marathon Of The Pearl Poem by Barry A. Lanier
Marathon Of The Pearl
Somehow I keep running and hoping,
Struggling to take hold of the prize.
Listening to my heart,
And the counsel of the wise.
Forgetting all that is behind,
My faith serves as my bread.
Struggling daily toward what might be,
Somewhere lies joy up ahead.
Distraught, yes, at times,
With this imperfect world.
Yet taught long, long ago,
Only the lonely defective oyster....
Produces the pearl.
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