Balance

Awkward kept balance
steps swept up in a jar
Who tilts the dusty drink
who filters the near and far
Who climbs the stairs of prayers
who stumbles onto wholly places
Who finds the lost and lonely 
only to linger in their faces
Take root children
forefathers need to fly
They cannot stay your anchor
they must seed the sky
Sobering the spectrum
staggering extremes
Wayward and winding the
orphaned youth of dreams

Ignoring invitations
starving pleasures well
Slighting measures man made
diluting the purity of Hell 
Reinforcing structure
holding off cave in
Spirit in the rafters
spanning fiend and friend
Take root children
forefathers need to fly
They cannot stay your anchor
they must seed the sky
Sobering the spectrum
staggering extremes
Wayward and winding the
orphaned youth of dreams
Farewell cements devotion
with a ‘Goodbye’ or amen
Prayers for light must be uttered
from the darkness of a den
‘Bring balance to the future
though today we trip and fall
Allow me the means to answer
when son and daughter call’
Take root children
forefathers need to fly
They cannot stay your anchor
they must seed the sky
Sobering the spectrum
staggering extremes
Wayward and winding the
orphaned youth of dreams

© Paul Norman Tapp