Wanda Lorenz

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A Poem by Wanda Lorenz
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About Me

Life fascinates me. I'm happy because I choose to be not because life is perfect. I'm honest because I have to be to actually be happy. I'm endlessly curious about this journey and all the twist and turns, obstacles and inspirations, and discovery and revelations. It's fun to take deep subjects and make them discussable with humor. It's enlightening to seek the truth in all things only to discover that sometimes your belief is your truth and beliefs can change. I live logically in an illogical world and that's exciting to think about, so I'm never bored. I don't get mad, I get curious.

I'd love to find a musician to put music to all the song lyrics I write. Can you play keyboard or guitar?

The glass is always full. Whether I focus on the emptiness or substance depends on what will benefit me that moment. Both have a purpose. Balance matters.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


A Song Of Life
Ella Wheeler Wilcox


In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my heart and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather—
They are nothing to bear.

In the strength and the glory of power,
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth
(For who dares dispute me my dower
Of talents and youth-time and health?),
I can laugh at the world and its sages—
I am greater than seers who are sad,
For he is most wise in all ages
Who knows how to be glad.

I lift up my eyes to Apollo,
The god of the beautiful days,
And my spirit soars off like a swallow,
And is lost in the light of its rays.
Are you troubled and sad? I beseech you
Come out of the shadows of strife—
Come out in the sun while I teach you
The secret of life.

Come out of the world—come above it—
Up over its crosses and graves,
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,
We must love it as masters, not slaves.
Come up where the dust never rises—
But only the perfume of flowers—
And your life shall be glad with surprises
Of beautiful hours.
Come up where the rare golden wine is
Apollo distills in my sight,
And your life shall be happy as mine is,
And as full of delight.
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