The Light Poem by Tajma Hall

The Light



Heaven will let us
will not chance it
how winter turns everything cold
yet we all know
a season will not end until one is lost
in the days and nights
home to those troubled souls
Is there still sunshine on-
the weak prevent a delay from angels
twisting this thing up side down
turning a sinner's chances toward light

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