Sometime in the midst of wonder
the minutes did stop.
a clock,
a setting of periodic
measure of our lives
did decidedly
become its own solitary
control group.
We were left to observe,
to see one time,
a continuum
for awhile
so serene in its mystique
we forgot a world around our
lives would remain,
waiting, anticipating
seeking some silent
repair.
Life contains a truth
a genuine reminder
holds an hour
in quiet hands of hope
those that remedy
the hurt
the confusion
all those years
we remember
recall,
hang onto with such an
anxious heart,
hold promise
to keep our soul
dressed in sweet ceremony.
Love is.
3 thoughts on “All These Years”
my valiant soul
“We were left to observe..”
These are some intense lines!
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a quiet man
thanks very much, it has been a rather difficult time, just trying to get some bearing with words.
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my valiant soul
Yeah, I can feel that.
Sending prayers!
🙏❤️🙏
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