John Libertus

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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  • (5/15/2006 7:42:00 PM)

    This is profound - I don't pretend that I will extract all the meaning in one reading - perhaps it would take your lifetime! I totally admire this one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

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