In Living
In living there is light
tearing at a soul to keep
tender moments tight
into every crevice, deep
Bringing forth love and hope
where all her goodness lies
dwelling in that which is beautiful
drenching us with sunny skies
In living there is dark
bleeding through the nights
where troubles find their way
draping on to fear and fright
Here we find our pain and grief
raining down, continued waves
clouding up our skies
holding on to all that raves
in living we must trust
it's not just one or the other
in darkness there's a guiding light;
the shadows loom —
a wicked lies
but still,
in the gloom of it all
the flowers bloom
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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