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Too often we are standing in a special light. And don't miss it untill we either step away from it. Or it is taken from us...

We are but dust in time.
Each clinging to a dream.
Looking into the distance.
At our final sunset.

Yet amongst the dust.
From time to time you'll find.
A small glowing ember.
Burning with the love of God.

It is from such a small spark.
That the world may find warmth.
And words to help them on their way.
Through the darkness of our days.

To often this light is taken away.
And we are left shaking our heads.
Afraid of what we have lost.
And unsure of the path ahead.

Yet we have been given a gift.
A brief moment in time.
When we were imparted light.
To rekindle our hearts glow.

John Paul was such a man.
Gifted with the love of God.
For all his fellow travellers.
Giving to the very end of breath.

When we next meet again.
We will each be able to thank him.
For his life of dedication and faith.
In the God of all the dust of this earth.

The poem above is copyright ©  Trappernicus 2005 and may not be reproduced without permission.