Perceptions

Poem By Sara Militello

Perceptions

One must take the world
As it is found.
Yet, is the victim, crying passive
In the dust

Aware of the part he must play
To make of his life what he deems just?
Our Gods only what we conceive
speak also in tongues used to deceive.

It's at once our Selves they express
As well address.
We blunder most when least we must~
and hide behind an inadequate defense

to fall short of true acceptance.
And though we blame the planets
or our Gods for much that goes amiss
it's back to us the scepter must pass

as our essence melts into glass...

June 30,1994

Comments about Perceptions

it's back to us - of course we ourselves are to blame for our life! Sunny poem!


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