Feathers and shades
Shadows cast and wings beating,
Life-times long and lives fleeting
Answer questions non-existent,
Always sought, forever distant.
Infants, young, too eager
Children blind they be.
Above, quiet I watch them
Turn, the world beneath me.
3 Messages:
if this is your work, your words then they are mighty fine.
Jesus:
The words are mine.
Thank you.
I take it back.
I reread.
It has a quiet simplicity I like.
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