No Easy Way to Say it
At first hearing bold reports can seem quite a lark
confirmation will follow, then within you will hark.
Some will be nodding as they read oer these lines
for they're aware of the passing, these are the end times.
Open your heart, Open your hand
look at the hourglass as it runs out of sand.
Brief sorrow of the temporal in the coming infusion
as we all bid adieu to this grand illusion.
~Dale Wicks~
Tags: poem, poetry, release, spirit, truth
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