We But Fear The Unknown Poem by james watkin

We But Fear The Unknown



Though fearings with endings, come
Fear not the ultimate.
Think back; of how many a joyous
Re-awoke, renewed status

Daily, yearly, in the earth
Was given witness to!
Night-time's deathly sleep; fog-lifted.
Winter's; snow-blanketted.

Though all tremble, approaching
Such abyssmal verges
Leaping the dark unknowableness
See the hope-torched progress!

Wednesday, June 1, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,death
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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