Scott Hastie

We too can repair our cracks with goldAnd glow again.Crazed by life,More beautiful than ever before.

Life, wherever it leads,Will always be the same,It begs for the best of you.

Everyday can be extraordinaryAnd ripe,Like a flower burst,If the will is there.

Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.

Birth our night into dayAnd bathe it clean,So that beloved things can glowTogether in a litter of light.

For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

Such is true joy__ absolute certainty,Its slow lit fuse that burns holesIn the shabby shroud of death forever.

Here, illuminated at last,Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;Sweet moments of passion and healing,Of sensual release.

And so we smile on,Feeding the truths we shareWith a union of our souls,Cathedral slaves of our passionWhich builds beauty amongst chaos.

Disparate energies come togetherThat have never been aligned before.And so bound,Is the world illuminated,Changed forever in an instant_

Open the doors of your heart and they will come_And for every cruel arrow,Sweet caresses of delirium alsoTo nourish your soul.

The sacred bequestOf times long spent with your heartThat saturate and illuminate you nowSo piercingly_

Be brave enough to never yearnFor that you cannot hold closeIn your heart forever.Tread lightly, cherish compassionAnd live in the moment without fear.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,If only for moments_And then be gone,With gladness in your heart,Before the creeping shadowsClaim too much your sadness at leaving.

To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy,Dazzling in your heart,Now there__ a thing to make the whole world smile.

A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.

Sublime moments refracted,Even if only for seconds,Caught forever in your soul.