Nuance of Time
I stand looking down a long pathway
that bends in the glimmering green;
what waits of surprise or heartbreak or care
in the days ahead, unforeseen?
Behind me a trail, much longer I know,
than the one this new path unfolds
of days and years, of joys and tears,
each a step on my life's short road.
What lies beyond that twist in the trees
where thick shadows pool murky and dark
like a stagnant pond that traps the night
but reflects not the star's bright spark.
I do not know, I cannot see;
I dare not, though gifted some sight;
it is better to wait for my God knows best
how to blend every nuance of light.
Copyright, April 4, 2017, Faye Lanham Gibson
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