Tom Connor


The statesman’s mind is above the crowd’s,
and it has always been there.
The astronomer’s work is above the clouds,
yet he has never been there.

The artist’s soul is ahead in time,
and she wants ours to follow.
The poet’s way is in verse and rhyme,
and so his dreams will echo.

The saving work for each of us,
through daily mire we plod,
Is to bare our hearts, stretch our minds,
and know that we are god.

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