Fortunate are the Few
Fortunate are the few
Who may look upon this world with new eyes
Each day a renewal
A feast of non-assumption
An ascension to nowhere
A burdenless view of the trappings we’ve set
Fortunate are the few
Who may speak to this world with a soft but piercing tongue
Each day a reconsideration
A reckoning of those new eyes
A judgment of those new thoughts
An arbiter to those who might see
Fortunate are the few
Who have given without hesitation
Each day an opportunity to return what’s been said
And to listen with intention
And to offer an inexhaustible strength
In the service of those who are inevitably strong
Fortunate are the few
Who are able to live with new life
Those who stand up to the quiet desperation
Without surrender
Without acceptance
And without the notion that this might be anything but enough
Fortunate are the few
Who may realize their fate
Who will embrace their own sacrifice, and even their death
For those are the few who are able to see, to speak, to give
Those are the fortunate few
Who are able to once and forever, truly live
