A shadow mistaken for a friend.
We grasp at phantoms
in the cold night air,
believing ourselves to be right,
to be justified,
when we are but lost children.
A brilliant ray of truth
shines in our midst,
too close for us to see.
We crawl through the wreckage
of a crumbling city,
desperately seeking a drink of water
while a shoreless ocean surges
through our hearts.
If we could only see
the wondrous light that we are
this broken world
would soon be whole.
You can read my thoughts behind it here.
2 comments:
Hi dears, what a beautiful poem! Isn't that the truth, if only we could see. We miss you guys. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! Lots of love to you both. Jila
Lovely! We missed you guys at devotionals last Wednesday. Mom told me that you've been in touch with my aunt- maybe you'll get to meet my cousin!
(Sorry I haven't commented on the last couple of posts- when I don't have Internet on my laptop, I tend to not go online at all.)
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