Notice of absence from Rev. Lord C.M. Bechard
I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I can muster.
I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I can muster.
We are but rough-hewn stones upon the shore,
Washed by the tides of ego and of fear,
Until we seek the hands that offer more
The steady hearts who hold the mirror near.
Seek out the ones whose fire burns bright and high,
Whose quiet wisdom thins the thickening fog;
In their reflection, shadows learn to die,
As we ascend the spirit’s rising rung.
But do not hoard the light you’ve fought to claim,
Or seal the well from which you’ve learned to drink.
For virtue is a flicker, not a flame,
If it should let a brother’s courage sink.
Reach down a hand to those who tread the night,
And offer up the truths you’ve come to know;
In teaching others how to find the light,
You find the very soil in which you grow.
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Rev. Lord C.M.Bechard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Let those above you teach you, while teaching those below you. I've always felt this to be true. Why poison the well you must drink from or allow the poison to pour from your own lips? I've never understood this madness. But I do acknowledge it.
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