Millard Lowe Poet Prose Poetry

Journeying

Journeying A Temporary Esoteric Plane
As true as it is
And so it be—
Yet 
Though one 
Of the number
Is no more
We remain perpendicular
To the teeming level plane;
Traveling parallel;
Seeking an enlightening quest:
Though the cold 
Dark grave
Lies before us,
It darkness holds no fear—

For ours is a journey of light;
Searching the word 
Without wintering end
Nor demise of summering toils;
Knowing that substitution,
Like raindrops, is temporary.

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Beata Agustin December 20, 2023 at 5:15 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.