Safe harbor, a dream. Closing eye lids.

Can you see the darkness coming across the sky?

An echo in the chasm, a silent scream.

Dragging one’s feet in the dirt, the stones, the ice.

Only to find one is alone.

Cast one’s sight into the distance.

Nothing present, Nothing past, Nothing to come

Will separate one from the love of God.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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