Hope For Creeping Age Poem by Bill Grace

Hope For Creeping Age

Rating: 4.8

What if all that matters is not matter?
And what we think is death is dawn -
Dawn we do not understand and have never understood.

Something stands beyond our moment
Eternal - warm or cold - near or far
A presence unknown but knowing
Hope for creeping age in flesh.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 11 October 2007

I love the line, 'And what we think is death is dawn'. Each new day is indeed a gift, but beyond that there is so much more. Beautiful poem. As always, Sandra

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