Poetry

Become...

Let us become what we desire,
And in doing so create the loveliest attire,
To adorn the neck of this wasting earth:
A strand of pearls; unimagined worth.

Let us become what we had dreamed,
Revealing the lesser as just what it seemed.
And mourn no longer the things we lost,
For what's coming surely is equal the cost.

Let us become what we could not;
In our own power we birthed dust and rot.
Yet now we stand before a time in need,
As gold and silver and other precious things.

Maria Duran (c)May 20, 2010