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JAR OF MOONBEAMS

                   JAR OF MOONBEAMS 

Standing at the crossroads I look to my left and then to my right

It's here where the magic happens and my wand sparkles bright


It's a bend in the road in the middle of a thicket

Surrounded by tall trees and rolling fog which dims the gloaming and indigo twilight 


Under the twinkling velvet sky I watch and wait

To collect moonbeams in a jar and stardust on a golden plate


Path beyond the crossroads show me the bigger picture

Patience is the key for dilemma at this juncture


There ain't no road signs nor any map

I have to chart my own course and work through these gaps


It's a one way street, there's no rewind on the track

The road to my past is a closed chapter there's no looking back


Untrodden paths may hold a fortune great 

My luck might turn for the better, go forth I must with a confident gait


Destination is a reward for the arduous journey

Crossroads are only a pit stop to shed my worry


Rejuvenating after a spell of introspection 

I'm back on my feet with resilience and determination 


Life is a majestic educator it teaches you things

Sweet will be eternity if the glory of God my heart sings.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy Pixabay 

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