Winters pale moon shifts and shimmers
as tiny suns of the night sky
play hide and seek with dark minions.
Less thoughtful creatures waste away
these twighlight melodies of sight
as I ponder lifes destiny.
Come the morrow brightness will blind
all but the very strongest hearts
from a natural path ordained.
Lifes neither noble or unjust
but unguided moments of each
interacting with all others.
'ORDAINED', INDEED. THIS REMINDED ME OF A SERMON BY TD JAKES; HOW MUCH EASIER THINGS WOULD BE IF WE COULD JUST ACCEPT THIS AWESOME TRUTH...'NOTHING JUST HAPPENS'. ENJOYED, THANKS FOR SHARING, MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Welcome Bud. I enoyed reading several of your works. Your reflections and ponderings strike a note with me as I'm sure they will many others. Thank you.
:) Janna
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:) Janna