Reflections of a Moribund
Rage
can't
discern
its enemy
when it plays foul;
it's an opaque stage set by fate...
Gray
hair,
and age
are a curse:
if wisdom and joy
aren't there to feed the soul's warm fire...
Love
lives
where there's
the light of trust;
none of us would be
showing kindness in times of need...
Open
both
arms and greet
whoever mourns;
comfort is a spring,
which quenches the seeker's immense thirst...
Death
comes
quickly
to take away
life without mercy;
loss is greater than immortal grief...
Faith
can
dispel
anything,
which conflicts with truth;
hope is the strength of the believer...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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