Friday, January 10, 2014

The Paradox

The city standing on the hill is not
The goal. The people there do shine without,
Not for themselves the center of the plot;
For those who see, instead, it's all about.
The city shines its light unto the world;
The light itself the beacon that it gives,
That light grows dim when inward focus furled,
For love, outpouring stokes the strength, it lives!
But love that's given 's not love that is lost;
It grows the more it leaves the one whose love
Is given freely d'spite reward or cost,
Though always seen by unseen eyes above,
So shine your light and shine it not for you
And they'll be filled with light but you will, too.