Void of a Pen
A chapter void of a pen in the book of life,
where Dawn and Dusk are the same as one,
and time stands still.
Thoughts are as silent as a vacuum lost in
a place called forever.
Sounds try to awaken the heart to open it's door.
Even the windows refuse the rainbow of colors.
The cruelty of the empty pages presses against
another Dawn, another Dusk, when time had
meaning and memories were sewn with
threads of gold.
Jesus knows and sees the concealed.
When He returns to take His own,
Alzheimer's will be - left behind.
Praise The Lord!
Copyright © Edith D Eutsler | Year Posted 2015
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