Lessons from Tolstoy
of loves and lives of those who were once his past smitten.
A careless fire, and heat consumed,
no longer lessons of aged flowers bloomed.
Now thoughts of flesh no longer matter,
spiritual journeys are used to tame thoughts once so scattered.
Now he walks ever so scarred and tattered,
journeying forward alone ever so limped and battered.
To finally see that only actions of self-sacrifice
and service to others will help us make it home,
on glorious golden roads that only He has shown.
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I live deep in the moutains of west Texas, surrounded by beautiful desert and mountains on all sides of me. I have a beautiful daughter and great son-in-law who have blessed me with three beautiful grandchildren. I have been writing poetry for the past five years. Much of my poetry has been inspired by Mother Earth and my travels along the red road. I completed my first book, Our Sacred Journeys in December 2010. I have been fascinated with the spiritual struggles of religious leaders and authors, hence came this poem.