The Few

We all wear and tare.
We all go through storms
that devour our Holy Grounds.
We all fall down and familiarize ground.

We all meet the same maker.
We all travel with luggage weighing heavy.
We all walk blindly into the unknown.

Few rebuild.
Few try again.
Few look up from familiarized grounds
...and reach once more.
Few fight back.
Few see the horizon..
and dare to see why the sun meets there.

Fewer live like we get one chance.

Forever and always
claim the few that resides in you.