The ache of an end is the birthing pain of a beginning.
I am a man of modesty,
But not humility:
I proclaim my strengths.
I admit my flaws.
I share what I know
And confess what I don’t.
Yet there are times
When even I
Am forced to my knees
By unrivalled majesty.
When shafts of glory
Embrace welcoming canopies;
When stone spires
Caress the sky;
When orchards of innocence
Blossom in dim caverns;
When granted mercy
Absolves those who died;
When mountains of solitude
Reveal painful truths;
And when liquid fury
Buries adamant belied,
How can I not praise
The world I worship?
When blessed to witness
An act of grace,
Only joy and sorrow
Can mingle in tears of wonder.
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