To wane dolorous, wax rhapsodic,
the phases of my inner system roll.
Thus sun, planet and moon I wear,
cast shadow as garment, cerement.
Hiding or revealing my wan light,
seen through a gauzy veil at times.
Other times occulted or fluoresced.
Illuminates greater than me alone.
Large or small, each phase serves
to fulfill one pattern preordained.
Piece assembly colors my choice.
Although, I adhered to the recipe
my natal cake molders in my hand.
Who would I be if I believed that I
should ever, never understand each
moment, save in the moment lived?
While my past shall fade from view,
my future sealed, shrouded by night.
Each moment is but a passing shadow,
brief illumination which will wander
with me on each path I must believe,
I perceive both lighted and obscured.
Follow the Path ~ Philip Brent Harris
Follow the Path ~ Philip Brent Harris
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