Yes against all Odds


Heart hand n mouth

A futile No rises to all that is Yes

When the battered down starves

The slow climb back to the good self

.

Such thirst for that dried cracked tongue

That has let silence erode life’s sweetness

Drained the landscape of the self, desert dry

.

If only the clouds could burst from

Eyes that lost their tears long ago

Despair took all the wet hope of Yes away

.

The river is not that far of a crawl

Let that last stir of Yes stand you tall

And run naked from the barren hostile

.

Of your doubt and terror that holds you

Hostage, make the relent a heart’s truth

Lay your Yes against fear’s hard No

.

Rises to the Yes that has always marked

The Champions highest quest

To the Grail that’s never been

.

Further away than right here

Close to the soul’s truth and

The promise of every moment

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