Today is a time of reaffirmation, not of who I am, but who He is. Yesterday is but a test trail of my memory. Tomorrow is but a test of my hope and faith. For in the twilight of life’s final performance, the stage curtain very slowly begins to close. And so it is.
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Shrouded mist,
Bagpipe dirge,
Mournful notes
Oe’r heath and verge.
Spirit departs,
Yet not alone,
Presence felt
Although it’s gone.
Last note falls
Like a gentle kiss,
Wafting through
Thickened mist.
Note wears thin,
No longer heard.
Break not this silence
With spoken word.
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