Poem – Take Up Your Stand

I am the ivy that crowns a wreath.
I am a diamond whose pressure makes complete.
I am the cottage up on the hill.
Looking at the ocean. Listening to its shrill.

Tomorrow may not come, and time is short.
Grab the joy and laughter and with it build your fort.
Much is offered, and it is time to open your hand.
Grab the fruits offered and take up your stand.
~Suzanne Wagner~