Lose Not Your Ventures

One cannot feel their freedom without steel

Begin to be well without sighting sickness

See the light bereft of kindling

All we have are our branches

Be they bitter breaks in acceptance

Unseen dreams

Sour realisations

Silent nights or dark days

No flame flies without fuel

And the air of words we find ourselves

To grow the roaring fires of conviction

The books few read

Few folk mentors possessed of true wisdom

And lonely steps to make what we deem

That which our forms and minds know to seek without speaking

Aye, upon a painful path of the unknowable

May we find proper ground

Then sail to seas which deliver our human promise.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.