Broken mirrors,
Slammed doors,
Fading spirit,
Empty stores.
My mind plays the reel again and again,
On a constant repeat from where it began.
A critical lens to pick it apart,
A longing desire to simply restart.
But closed doors mean open windows,
There’s always the grace that God endows.
It may be hidden but there’s always a way,
So ask for the wisdom to know when to stay,
Or how to know what is right.
The answer remains:
Follow the Light!
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Author:
Lee Renard Caspian (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 27th, 2017 00:58
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Beautiful poem...
beautiful message!
Always follow the light!
It will guide us!
Thanks Lee! This is a very beautiful poem! Congratulations!
Great poem, Lee. Nice structure, and well written too. Like the line 'closed doors mean open windows'. Kudos!
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