~By Stephen Blackwood
There sits one angel, so sweet.
Sitting alone she weeps.
What burden does she bear,
Who’s secrets does she keep?
There sits a soldier, so brave.
He sent so many enemies to grave.
Still, he bears such a sad face,
What is it that he craves?
There sits a maid, so fair.
With closed eyes, she prays.
Beautiful as she is,
What more does she need?
There sits a farmer, so skilled.
Could turn a barren land, if he wills.
Still he needs to do something else,
& I wonder, what else could he do, so well?
There sits a King, so kind,
Known for good a heart & a peaceful mind.
Still there are many things he regrets,
What more could he have done with his fate?
There sits a frail boy, so sharp.
With mind as vigilant, as strings are tight on a harp.
Still all he wants is some strength,
What strength does he want, when he has the strength of mind?
There are such faces countless,
Who have a gift, but want someone else’s.
In seeking more and more,
They are dying more & living less.
Everyone is extraordinary,
Until they ignore ‘their extra’
For something extra,
And start living ordinarily.