LIT BY LIFE
A child is born…a
child dies
A soul is
rescued…another cries
A song is sung in
brightest tones
A melody lost in weep
alone
A heart that soars on
love’s sweet wings
A broken heart that
cannot sing
The light, the dark…the
ebb and flow
Brings the softness
of a glow
Faintest glimmer held
in hope
Shines e’er brighter
in the grope
Combining in the end
all light
The darkest black and
lightest white
And gleaming, golden,
through the fire
We mold our souls and
all desire
To stand pure white
in heaven’s gaze
From all our
wandering through the maze
And in the mirror of
our life
Recorded all our joys
and strifes
Will through the mend
then all turn bright
Through
clear, transcendent, perfect sight…
by
Karen Nelson
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