Climatic points of an anxious mind

Beyond our withered arms grasp.

light into deep shadow fading fast.

Trepidation stalks the pathway dark.

Light is limited recognise the spark. 

Out of reach in the pale moon light.

We question all our wrongs & what was right?

Illuminated sorrow now cuts us very deep.

Are these deeds of my hands or of my very own feet?

Is that a wild hoof or is it a twisted claw?

Waiting just beyond a hairs breadth door.

What is it that i am able to now see?

Through my bound mind currently intellect free?

Oh to look back beyond the future time veil.

A life of kind success or will I this path fail?

Worry about this connundrum i do very much.

The answers to this life i must question as such?

Visions stark light

Seeing now within stark bright light,

A design so virtuous it defies whats right.

Mans perspective of that which is pure,

This imperfect life the life we try all endure.

Daniels painted future, Ezekiels vision,

A design of such indepth holy precision.

Creation hewn from this earths sand,

Dust to dust the virtuous design, MAN!

Days of shortened night

As we walk this line of wild fire,

skipping around the embers of desire.

Minds awakened by lucid thought,

Times imagination has now been sought.

We look eyes wide towards a sky,

Our feet on earth appear to lie.

The ground beneath our step gives way,

As we try hold fast the light on this day.

Freefalling into maelstroms wild storm, 

Ripped asunder we simply must be reborn.

We seek that which eludes our feeble grasp,

We hold forever thoughts from a long ago past.

Days strong light is getting ever bright.

Passing through shadows deep long night.

Awake the night, sleep walk a cold dawn,

Lifes deep troubled fire leaves us forlorn.

Wild infernos rage in our simple mind,

Understand spiritual solice we try and find. 

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