WL Schuett

The Hours



Eternity between the moments
of the seconds .
God between the seconds
of eternity.

The flower screamed
in tendrils of smoke .
The tragedy of
the fundamental
redemption of sins
forgiveness.

Alone on a lost
ribbon of road .
Adrift in the cool
dog eared dawn .

Destiny has whispered
in my ear .
Forcing me to listen .
A friend lost ,
another a lie .

A hole in the meadow
filling with smoke .
Shadows laid claim
by destiny’s hours .
Two tracks thought true
One lost , one forsaken.

Terrified this is a test
from God .
Burden in the hours
from this age of faith .

Ditches of sorrow
trails of betrayal,

The smoke bleeds 

the Hours

and I confess.

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Good to see you back on here Bill. May those hours become filled with light and all is right in your world.

    Andy

  • Saxon Crow

    Great poem there.



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