~ Plainly Seen ~

Storms brewing ~ tensions high.

Mask of darkness in the sky.

Layers of~ centuries therein.

Transit ongoing; needed relief.

Slice away one by one.

The middle of always ablaze.

Doesn’t have to be but is...

Loss of spiritual belief.

Deep inside the core is.

The key still fits unlock the door.

Our Father's inside ~ His spirit waits.

Rejoice with His loving grace~

Talk with Him; listen He does.

Grandness of unconditional love.

Walk with Him humbled servants are we.

The King is coming, and ready we’ll be.

poem and photograph copyrighted@Linda Elaine Calhoun 2000

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