An Agnostic Acrostic

"this poem is not about what is written,but what is not written. . . " Greyer looms matter's of the.....? Beauty fades not there then.....? Flowers live and die fact of ....? A four letter word of endearment....? A saddened stare like where the Red Fern.....? Do not withdraw from the sunlight given by the almighty...? The feeling active of letters four much like adores.....? Speaking in second person sounds like and is...? In the prelude I allude to this message to point to the truth You cannot see air but it is there so beware You do not have to walk into the total darkness to see how dark the blackness is Like gravity that holds you there how much more our Creator cares Setting on shelf scoffing at the pain you do not see The love that is and can be He just wants to set you free ignorance of the law does not excuse How deep the pain how dark is that blue without Hope without God waiting to play the odds Without knowledge must be total misery as earthly beauty fades as the tree a dieing thing without fruit the growing sorrow does that suit without hope of new life tomorrow Here today and gone so to borrow Not opening a door can be as bad as slamming it in your face to see where true beauty is you run in place not seeing the grace turn to the light dwelling in the dusk from the womb to dust on your pedestal under your own glass the fire that was given you smother to ash - john edaward beam - for The Unwritten contest - 07/01/2011