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Once it was a challenged soul who dared to see it all.
The terrible and the beautiful in everything he saw.
So great was his spirits will that time would give him heed.
But what was then and what will be did little for his need.
Perfection was the missing piece a treasured hidden part.
It’s presence loomed beyond the finish and just before the start.
Quietly it dwells within a stolen moment kept eternally.
To the distracted it is revealed but too late is when they see.
Only in the cries of babes is told of where to look.
Known by the trees they point the way while windy branches shook.
Evening gnats draw a map that few have ever read.
In circled secrets they ensure the quester is mislead.
And what if it should come to pass he defies every odd.
Naked shall he truly be before creations God.
Shall he be gazed upon as arrogant and defiant?
Or one whose ambitions are as lofty as a giant?
Then there is the fate of those who accept mediocrity.
An eternal reward for a want to only wish to be?
Squander life’s given chance when one is never taken.
A punished soul weeps alone when the spirit is forsaken.