October 3, 2017



This is the simple way most view life,
their notions compartmentalized
either black or white, haunched behind
glass panes, deceptively final,
as if selecting one, negates
the other, a trade-off between
and Look-deeply-into-my-eyes.
We think we see the pebbled rain
in the clarity of assumed truth.
Questions abound in the spinning
orbs of niggling uncertainty.
Too often we opt for beauty,
the strains of the joy horns,
something to see and grasp in hand,
the misguided sense we live here
Forever. Or we give ourselves
back to where we began:
Repentant, exchanging black
and white for God’s Light.


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