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The Living Mortgage,
A Poem About The View
I would withstand the wind
And hold to my rocky place
As the icy waves
Punch my sides.
I would turn my back to
The treasures, comforts, pleasures, and
Beauties that become our lives.
I have no objection
To love, lights, and laughter.
Nor do I wish the hardship
Of solitude.
But
Watching black seas
Where souls are sinking,
And crying,
And dying,
I know I must endure
The rain,
The night,
And the storm-
For
I cannot face
That others to go down
Into that darkness alone
And without hope,
So
I would rather be
A lighthouse
Than a palace.
