In the absence of light
There is the power of love
The gift bestowed comes from above
We are but a wrinkle in the fabric of time
The reason of life plays time and again in our mind
Trott the path which leads beyond fear
Darkness and pain draws out the tears
Time is fleeting as we look back on the years
Searching for something which makes it clear
The bigger purpose for which we are here
Life’s fullness comes and goes the curtain closes just like a show
In all that we are in all which we come to be
The gift is time we must open our eyes to see
About the Creator
Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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