My spirit ever presses forward
striving into dark night or new light
driven ever to escape, to loosen
shackles, confront the curse
inadequacy in mortality, bane
and error, mistake, the price
I must take, yet perpetually praying
to be content, accept pain and wait
letting this endeavor be
shuffling it off to sit, well enough
alone, and rest beside the sea.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
March 8 , 2011
Over Costa Rica