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Literature
Matters of our Hearts But the Honesty of our Souls Matters Of Our Hearts, But The Honesty Of Our Souls By: Justin McTurnan The sky is black, Yet the moon is shining Still I know not what this Darkness is hiding The street is wide, yet the path I'm on is narrow There are no sounds to surround, not even a chirp of a Sparrow My heart beats heavier as I stride down the walk For I feel like a field mouse fearful of a hawk The pace I stride speeds up, as a following shadow arises What is this thing behind me it must be me it despises Whether human, beast, demon, or at most it must be Death I hope it is not my time, it's much too early, to take my final breath For a burden I may be, but this fear disappears What is this eerie revenant, will it reappear Life heaves curves, yet the path I am on stays straight This creepy, eerie, menacing beast, it's me it decides to hate So again this fear is gone, I look behind with dread Because the life, the living, the happiness, all of it is dead Turning back, mere choice 'tis arbitrated, from this I will abstain This new one way path is greater, from which I never will refrain Behind me lies death and sorrow, and incredibly much hurt Though with my whit and backbone about me it's my life to assert The path that lies far ahead, may have much death below Though I assure you all far from death many seeds are sowed From these seeds sprout beautiful roots Foundations of our lives, from out the dirt it shoots It grows tall by day, and sleep by night No harm will come to me for I make myself alright As I get older my roots grow deeper My stem grows tall steeper and steeper Soon I grow many branches, of which are my beliefs But always remember from which I'm supported lies deeply underneath The pavement once walked a far, turns to one deep and wide pasture From the shadow that haunted me, I no longer need walk faster From the seed I spoke, matures at a pace Different from others, why, for we all live in the same place I do not choose what drop of rain lands where For it matters not, all and I will eventually get there Over years the pastures turned to forests Each one including I, live a life none sorest Faith is not mere religion, but belief without sight Like the oak tree drops acorns, eaten by squirrels, the tree show no strife These acorns are children, siblings, and cousins Though the squirrel that eats one life turns it into dozens This circle of life, to many seems unfair Though finally for once now and always, I will see no future despair Earlier I spoke of faith and not religion Just remember, each of you, we each are our own legend Eventually we all will pass, out roots forever gone For worry not we still have those seeds, we have now indefinitely sown
