DAILY If I am to arc upward Spiraling toward the eternal, As archangels do, Wings curved to carry wind and stars alike. Is every effort out and up? What if the arc flows inward, archpiece of surrender, Answering uncertainty, and the unknown? How then do I take form? How shall I become if Deformed by dark nights, Proudly cobbled of minutiae And mindless desire, Yet, withstanding chaos And elegant wretchedness. I rise above the river- A Self finally seen By those who choose To walk across my stones. Stone by stone is That by which Daily deed carves a face, Forged in Grace, Weight, muscle, and will Linking soul to Seer, Building over chasms, Across forever.
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