How deep is mystery aligned with light
as a lamppost aligned with darkness yet opposing it
how silent is the night made loud with nothingness
but given life like a symphony with a conductor
so is the beating of stars and shadows heard only in the bowl of echoes
like a sterile building hoarding sound
Time is but a keeper but not a dictator of thought
and passing is but a boat driven by the wind of eternity

Rev Andrew Gerales Gentry


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