Greer's Ferry
Greer's Ferry
Do we not understand,
Are we so blissfully insane
That we do not know the spirit wishes a body
As the body a spirit?
We live a precarious life
In vicarious exchange of matter and spirit
As we stand at the ATM
And make entries in our diaries, postage due.
And why settle for less?
The greatest heights of triumph
Rise from mortal fiber,
That spun on the web
And dripped on the parched tongue like honey
From love's cup
Which is continuously overflowing.