Dreams - Poem by John Libertus
How easily do the young and very old
accept profundity; so many in between
will not choose heaven til it wear their dream.
How wonderful is wisdom in a child!
An old one, watching, feels the spirit leap,
sees what love promised, fulfilled:
the treasure is loving to give;
the satisfaction, sufficiency;
the assurance, a life like a lighthouse,
in the storm, in the dark hour of trouble;
whines of appetite
are the gossip of hungry ghosts
in pretended castles;
look through the glass,
and winnow the light from shadows as you pass.
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