Thursday, August 28, 2014

Mirrors or Spokes on the Wheel

How then, will you know the truth 
As it comes rushing into your face
Stealing the very breath you've held
Waiting for the approach of grace
When all of your previous journey
Held more doubt than faith could shore
Which moment then, makes it whole
Or absolute, Opens the eyes to see
That dusk has fallen, on Yesterday
 Finally, you have been cast free
 So, could the God you claim to know
Have poured upon you hallowed sound
For if you say true, then love does grow
From the endless places, never seen
And your mind elates with melody
One that the darkness, it never knew
Tell me then, who amongst you denies
The future, or the presence of its face

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