ANONYMOUS

  Nay child, Do not go gently.
  Linger upon fields of apathy:
  Abandoned soldiers, broken from their ranks,
  Cords of driftwood strewn along river banks.

The ways of nature bestowed the bane
So generously, upon us, the gift of pain.
    Liberty!
           Pursuit!
               and Life
Yet we remain stunted children, unworthy, resigned
To the lock and key of His grand eternal  design.

What Is, Is, Is
Must, Must, Must
And what Is, Is, Is can
never, never, never....CEASE.

The winter of our discontent
Will smother the tree and flower.
But amidst ice and biting frost
May reveal our finest hour.
Only in darkness does light exist;
Only in love will our lives be missed.

          Anyone familiar with the above poem is welcome to comment, either as to author, or as to poetic veracity.