The Gift
Was told
was wolf in
skin of lamb
softness of wool
bleating
sad
deceit
to snatch
dearest
held.
Circling
jaws
to devour
found
shepherd rise
to strength of
Lion
defending
gift
to him
entrusted
to keep
forever lit
with oil
not purchasable
after hour
flame
to guide
where eyes
can't see
key
that in two
split
keyhole
won't fit
light
that half truth
half lie
won't open
gate
of Paradise.
Beyond
furthest star
where all is night
God's splendor
only light
that hurts not
the eyes
where all is love
peace and joy
forever shut
to the unwise
unlit.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-5/2721
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2021
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