Enlightenment

Enlightenment

A Poem by Soren

It is a dead branch that breaks, those with life bend           Bend

Taking from one's own mouth feeds two with joy             Lend

In pain one discovers who one is                               Comprehend

In poverty one becomes rich                                   Expend

A treasure must be lost to be found                     Condescend

In kneeling one is worshiped                                   Descend

By facing fear one learns courage                                     Transcend

With eyes of charity one sees clearly                         Amend

There is no gain without a cost                                Spend

The sun must die to be reborn                                 Wend

© 2026 Soren


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Sharp as a knife, wise as old smoke—every line cuts and lifts at once.
You’ve bent, spent, and wended truth into a rhythm that hits the soul.

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Soren

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Thomas for the review and most kind words of support they are most appreciated

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