Veil of Life
Illusion, veil of life, flutters
softly in winds of yesterday.
One could almost see their way
through the gossamer haze of gray.
It’s tempting to hide—
and it’s so easy.
It’s my destiny
to abandon this masquerade.
Each veil floats. However, death--at bay--
jubilantly sows grief, dismay.
Faith’s beacon shines, a golden ray.
With Him by your side
we’re less apt to slide.
The way down is wide.
Sheer nonsense is casually
is pretending you’ll always be.
There are daily casualties.
The veil falls, folds, and death sashays.
I lift mine eyes in victory!
They are not blind
shuttered, thinly veiled …
He opened them. I see!
Illusion, veil of life, flutters
behind the breeze of doubt, decay.
I do, indeed, see my way
without the gossamer hazes gray.
copyright 2007 Sandra S. Corona
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So very nicely done!
Mark
Connie
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.