Duality
Duality
Thy day is filled with echoes of olden times,
Shadows of pain. I watch the skylark climb
Into sun above the golden grain.
One thou loveth for that he wrote his dream
In blood , then died. My joy is, it doth gleam
Even among the sweet flowers of summer-tide.
Yet thou and I are he that now doth write,
Of ancient seed, deep-rooted, dark and light,
Sheltering good and evil at their need.
R. J. Lindley
Note-- Written long ago.... when still young and inspired.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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