This I have found among the twisted ways,
The narrow paths converging into one,
Somewhere beyond the setting of the sun,
When dusk lends softness to
the web of days,
And weary hours sink to blend among
The quiet peace, wherein a silver star
Reminds me heaven isn't all that far,
Whose ladder Hope has fashioned,
rung by rung.
Where reason seeks the meaning of a man,
Hearts can sense the things
eyes cannot see,
Though life remains the greatest mystery,
Love holds the clue within a gentle hand.
"There are no endings, only pauses when
We look for new beginnings once again."
The narrow paths converging into one,
Somewhere beyond the setting of the sun,
When dusk lends softness to
the web of days,
And weary hours sink to blend among
The quiet peace, wherein a silver star
Reminds me heaven isn't all that far,
Whose ladder Hope has fashioned,
rung by rung.
Where reason seeks the meaning of a man,
Hearts can sense the things
eyes cannot see,
Though life remains the greatest mystery,
Love holds the clue within a gentle hand.
"There are no endings, only pauses when
We look for new beginnings once again."
~ Grace E. Easley
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