Friday, November 30, 2012

I got a glimpse of infinite
Funny how things turn around
I could have sworn the sky was black
White crow swoops out and down
I used to see beyond my eyes
To the realm of God and spirit
Past here and now which terminate
Past touch it see it hear it
But now so much reverses
Loving blessings bring painful curses
The immensity of grief
The shock and unbelief
The longing for the departed
Diminishing all else
Going on in all directions
And I see no end

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