Not Just

Sometimes, the way of suffering
Becomes a privilege;
For life’s not just a journey
It is a pilgrimage

The steps we take, the paths we walk
Are leading us somewhere;
We cannot see finality
But we do know it’s there

Some say this is not just, for we
Should captain our own fates:
But we all do get lost, and not
Just he who hesitates

But yet we journey forth,
To travel onward is our part;
For carnal or divine,
We’ve the same restlessness
At heart

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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