Thursday, November 19, 2020
In Desperate Moments...
In desperate moments, I glimpse the hand
Of Creation. That is when I understand
That the darkness balances the light.
Slow, soft burning fires still glow in the night.
In love, we can find our sweet asylum.
With faith, we can feel the warmth of the sun;
Pulsating like blood through life's cold blue veins.
The eternal seeps into our brief days.
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness,eternity,faith,light,love