Reason burns the prime
leaves in their cinders no solace
for one likely answer are a hundred questions
where crumbling bones can’t have the will
to climb anymore the rungs endless.
Finds beneath feet a resting ground
that in glimmer of hope abound
a tunnel light an emerging design
to craft from chaos a face divine.
Utters a prayer that’s never too late
succumbs blissfully to the savior the faith.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Reason burns the prime
leaves in their cinders no solace
for one likely answer are a hundred questions
where crumbling bones can’t have the will
to climb anymore the rungs endless.
Finds beneath feet a resting ground
that in glimmer of hope abound
a tunnel light an emerging design
to craft from chaos a face divine.
Utters a prayer that’s never too late
succumbs blissfully to the savior the faith.
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