Shades of an Echo
to live a story
In the echoes of our past comes the whispers
be still for softly are these words
distant we have come from the treasured vespers
for truth is the armor which girds
I in comforts rest in thought
awaits a spread to unfold
as seasons waits for seeds I bought
to kiss the rain and earth to hold
Like the feathered busy birds
they feed on berry bush and fields
they teach us of duties words
time’s brick and mortar yields
Early morning light does shine
revealing all life’s glory
calling all to his design
in living we record our story
Images are not distant from echoes
both are shadows soon to fade
like remnant of our woes
shadows disappear in the shade
With every day a new beginning
trust the hand that guides the stars
for every life there is a setting
the book will reveal who we are
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Our lives are confecting an eternal story.
