Break this stopping moment;
Hold it back and make it understand the captured sense,
The held up feeling of one so caught in its daily stake and time
That breathes and heaves, and sweat breaks on the forehead, develops from
The breaking time one makes away from its intended work.
Make the tiniest part of its resolve feel wonderful, the scant gravel of the road
As boulders walked upon by legs of giants,
And the clouds of the day, hold back the sun no more, to brightly
Light our way.
Ralph Peck
Photograph by Ralph Peck
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