Glimpse

Sometimes when the bones of a missed
soul lie scattered and broken,
grace offers a glimpse through
the downpour of eternity;
a starburst on the horizon,
beaming warmth, beaming
hope, beaming its unstoppable
morse code of love.


Pris Campbell
©2004


Art: One by Julian's Fractal Art

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