Curtains

curtains

the curtain torn
is the light exposed..
as centurions all
we carry dark curtains
concealing our light..
exposure might come
with shock and awe
or right now
in a quiet pause...

(ref:  Matthew 27)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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