The Sacred Thread

gray0328

 

The Sun bestows a borrowed Glow—  

Each Breath—a Gift we scarcely Know.  

The Pulse beats soft, a fragile Thread—  

To live demands we Honor Bread.  

 

Do not wager what was Lent—  

Life's Coin is spent, or heaven-sent.  

Each Morn we wake, the Choirs hum—  

A hymn unfolds where stillness comes.  

 

The Earth revolves, a gracious Stage—  

Our Part, a Line, not Time’s long Age.  

Be grateful for this fleeting Flame—  

For playing small would soil its Name.  

 

Cling to the Thread, its Luster bold—  

More precious than the brightest Gold.  

And when the Curtain softly falls—  

May echoes linger down the Halls.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2025 12:14
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  • sorenbarrett

    Gray your poems ring with rhyme and such great meter your word choice is so well done. Very nice my friend

    • gray0328

      Thanks Soren I always look forward to your feedback



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