the trees turn their backs upon
the last of the light,
where cold blows the winter,
and pale comes the night
the last bit of warmth, that goes
engulfed by doubt —
and seekers of the fire know:
the flames are
out
in the wilderness
of light chased and hope betrothed,
some still recall how
the fire once called to good
the people who long slumbered
I’m so sorry. I can feel your sadness here. Doubt is so hard. Just remember the heart knows truth.
Thanks. Very true.
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Doubt is good, working though it is the only way to know what is real, real things can survive the doubt.
ECHO ECHO