Questions
One voice against the universe
one sigh against the sun
my words are but a breath
who am I, that I should speak?
Life is an imperfect gift
wrapped with broken bows
the hopeful eyes of a child
the ragged tears of the aged
did I live my life well?
My youthful dreams of love
were strong and sure
flowed hot, like lava
now tempered by time
against the mounting days
that rush towards the grave
did I love well?
And what of others
along the way
each one, invaluable people
was I kind, did I care
was I there in times of need?
God only knows
the beginning from the end
of my tangled tapestry
which will someday
be rewoven by Him
and He will have the answers.
11/29/2022
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2022
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