Light at the End of the Tunnel
The thunder shakes the
windows, while the
crickets play their
song.
I sit by and watch
the perfectly dirrected
orchestra of God from
my bed, imagining a
tunnel of darkness.
I run through tge tunnel,
and, there you are at
the end, the savior.
Jesus, you are the light
at the end of the
tunnel.
Wakeitha commented on Light at the End of the Tunnel
09-20-2010
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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