In the tenebre around me
A weary frame lies still
Cold vespers die upon his lips
Once unpropelled by will;
His resting face is strained
And a glove defends his eyes
From the callous and the caring
From the hope or from the lies;
Melting into the framework
Succumbing to the night
His body fades to blackness
But his sleeping face spreads light;
For though he cannot fight the darkness
Everywhere he finds
He still can touch one heart
And he can light one mind.
About the Creator
Zoe Kay
Truth exists; love exists; all life is good; and out of all the billions of people on this amazing planet, your fears, hopes, and dreams matter infinitely.
Pints & Parkruns: Jubilee, Spennymoor
If MC Escher created a parkrun, it might look a bit like Jubilee. Based in a compact – but surprisingly lovely – park in the small County Durham town of Spennymoor, it twists and turns its way up repeated hills. Although basic physics says it must come down again, somehow this route never feels like it gives runners a proper descent.
By Andy Potts6 days ago in Longevity
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