As if every door
Had yet to open
Lone suns had set
On many lost years
The half-mad world
Spinning wildly around
While she had stood
Had always stood
Her faith ground.
Being struck
By all manner of things
That mattered in life
She believed, a curl
of an ocean wave, a child’s hand
Held fast in trust, in hope
Were one and the same.
A jagged range of hills
A distant star
In the long haul
these mattered more
Than things up close.
She believed, she knew
By observing long & fast
Endless little lessons
Had helped her to release
Truth, like butterflies
That everything had together
Worked for good, standing her
In the end, in a better place

© 2014 S. Michaels
Light Years


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