I’m on my way
I’m on the crossroads
shaking the dust from my feet

I look to a new avenue
the wide meandering

I’m on my way to a new via

ahead this beacon blazes brilliant
cool resilient

its light reaches my heart, spellbinds,
no possible vanity could render such felicity

I will off my nature of useless priority
which suffocates in fraudulent pose

I will taste that of THE morning star
it will not mythologize vain ritual
but renew that which was always there
now to be abiding

I know not tempest from fair may bring
but I confide in my longing
and seek
I know my beacon will find

I do not deem it frailty to pursue
that which reveals as I was helpless to seek
I find it faculty



Written by Scott Schoffstall
©  February 21, 2011
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn


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