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