This was written March 23, 2004. My dad was very ill at the time. I was reflecting a lot of different things.
In the midst of darkness a voice is heard
grasping towards a sound
a subtle voice must be clear
where art thou Lord?
Art thou neigh?
An angel with an outer glow
deceives the searching heart
for a time
beguiled by the beauty without
and doesn’t see the vine
a good hold
it has and strangled the very life
tears from those who care
warned as much as dared
if only they had but listened
their world would then be spared.
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