Feet of Clay

Walk always toward the Light
on humble feet of clay,
and fly the winds of fate
with joyful winged praise.

© 2014 Dennis Ference

This Life

Yes, I can still laugh
though pain sometimes
grinds me into the ground.
Yes, I can still celebrate
though tableaus of misery
everywhere abound. Yes, I can
still feel a rush of warm regard
though a winter of severity sometimes
threatens to freeze this heart.
But this life, oh this life, my friend!
To have lived, to have loved,
to have laughed and cried
copious tears of sorrow and joy!
Oh my! I salute
with wonder and awe,
this life!

© 2015 Dennis Ference