A Slender Thread

There is a sense of one's own mortality, in this brittle light of a cold winter's day. There is a brave conspiracy, That exclaims to be gay. In this brittle light of a cold winter's day, be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red, exclaiming to be gay. For life swings by a slender thread. Be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red. The fire will wane and turn to dust. For life swings on a slender thread, and I must know this,....know and trust The fire will wane and turn to dust. The bow of life's eternal form is bent, and I must know this,....know and trust, It is meant to be, with no relent. The bow of life's eternal form is bent. There is a brave conspiracy. It is meant to be, with no relent. There is a sense of one's own mortality. __________________________________________________________________ by Carrie Richards