EMORY'S writings . . .

Yours Is The Vision

How swift flows the tide that bears you along
To the heights
To the depths
To the self

How crucial the choices you make day by day
To wake
To sleep
To become

In ways small and great
You carve, you create
You choose the divine, the abyss;
For each choice births patterns
In the design that you weave -
Your vision, your albatross, your grail.

When the storms begin
And the winds blow hard
You must turn -
To face or to flee...

What is your call?
Where do you yearn
What Dragon, Medusa, Delight?

Do you cringe and curse
At each breaking wave?
And tremble with fear of the deep...

Or-in the heart of the storm
Does a still, small voice
Bring you courage and peace and resolve?

There is salt in the water
There is salt in the life
Does it choke?
Does it burn?
Does it flavor?

Yours is the vision, the blueprint, the power.
It's all in the pattern you favor -
Yours the choice to spew it all out
Or yours the choice to savor.

 

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