© 2016 Barbara Grace Lake

 

For each who fail in hope to seek,
Those persons still who shadow strife
A window waits to upon out
Upon a larger life

If only seen within control
Of starkly rigid sets in time
a marble bust, one’s inner self
Sits mutely, vainly mime

But if in hope we dare to have
Unmeasured fullness meant for life
Release your blinding portal shades
Take hold of undreamt life