I have another guest poet today, Zechariah Lange, has graced us with this lovely poem, Voice. I encourage poets of all ages to send me their poems for the possibility of letting me share them here on my blog. Email lauralascarso(at)yahoo(dot)com Viva poetry!
Here stands a human being,
Gazing through a glass wall.
Some time now he has stood peering,
Waiting for his turn to take a step.
Searching, craving, yearning,
He stands using different tools,
Tools that were not of his own creation.
Understanding now the purpose of this wall.
Searching now within, the conjuring
Yields a force that is all his own.
Constructed of a love that is
Signed with a personal signature.
In world of universal truths,
He prioritizes these ingredients
With his own sense of worth.
Finally, this wall is a road.