REFLECTIONS OF A MORIBUND
when it plays foul;
it's an opaque stage set by fate...
are a curse:
if wisdom and joy
aren't there to feed the soul's warm fire...
the light of trust;
none of us would be
showing kindness in times of need...
arms and greet
comfort is a spring,
which quenches the seeker's immense thirst...
to take away
life without mercy;
loss is greater than immortal grief...
which conflicts with truth;
hope is the strength of the believer...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
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