A Thousand Lifetimes
There is a heart that is suffering
But still has immense love to give.
There is a body that is dying
From the determination to live.
There is a place to where all dreams
Are projected, and all hopes gleaned;
Beyond the realm of the brightest star
And the scope of every human thing.
There is an overwhelming sense
Of being rooted on the earth,
And conquering the day-to-day
By summoning the greatest strength.
But there are always chinks in the armour,
Times when the spirit wishes to soar;
Those mere glimpses of the eternal
Are worth a thousand lifetimes, or more.
© Mary Cochrane 2017