Endless Blessings
THE WHISPERING OF THE UNDERWORLD,
ARE HARSH AND COLD AND VAIN.
IT IS THE GRACE OF ENDLESS BLESSINGS,
THAT I HAVE NOT BECOME INSANE.
THE REFLECTION OF A LOVE THAT WAS,
A DESIRE FOR THAT LOVE TO BE.
IS THE FIRE BURNS AWAY,
THAT WHICH WOULD BECOME A CALAMITY.
TO LET THE FIRE GROW,
WHAT LOG,WHAT FUEL,WHAT MIND,WHAT TIME.
WOULD REFUSE THAT ENDLESS GLOW,
TO MEET THE TASK OF ENDLESS TRAILS.
WITH OPEN MINDS TO KNOW,
WE GIVE OUR LOVE THE FUEL IT NEEDS,
THE TIME TO LET IT GROW.
Copyright © Connie Fullerton | Year Posted 2005
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