It is not on the brink of ecstacy
That you will find yourself,
Rather are you lost there
Unto the horizon.
It is not in the deepest sorrow
That you are found,
Where bubbling mirth is lacking
To join you to the sun.
It is in the battlefield of the hum-drum life
With its wails of stabs and ayes of joy
That you are worth.
There, in the midst of your heart,
Is your soul.
Sylvia Munton, August 2013