All Alone in a Crowd

Poetry and Thoughts of a “Child of the Sixties” Tristan-Paul J. Hand

The Curtain

Hanging so free,
So loose across the portal,
Revealing the light from without,
Yet protecting that which inhabits within.
In its opening,
The new begins,
And in its closing,
Life pauses,
Peering,
Waiting,
Watching,
All in anticipation
Of the curtain being lifted.

June 12, 2009 Posted by | Age, Death, Faith, Poetry, Thoughts | Leave a Comment

   

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