Friday, 21 May 1999

She wondered...

When the night is clear
and the moon is bright,
the stars are shining
tending to my plight.
Sometimes I wonder
if my voice is heard
by any other than me,
far across to heaven
to the One up above
Who helps not one
but one and all,
forever until the end of time -
forever and time,
both of which are sublime.

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