The world passes white
Before my eyes.
Sight is burdened by
Snowy lies.
Still, I trudge on
Through blinding flakes.
Seeking the truth
Living mistakes.
In time it will clear
The snow will be gone.
I'll see for myself
The right and the wrong.
That is my hope.
That is my prayer.
When I come to the end
I'll find truth there.
© 2011 by Jacob Anson. All Rights Reserved.
Our special thanks to Olivier Perrin of Evry, Essone, France, for his gracious permission to use the above photo. Please check out Monsieur Perrin's beautiful photo blog here.
6 comments:
In Luxembourg when you come to the end (of the snow) it would start raining... :)
God bless you!
Cezar
Fresh thaughts to wonder
about mistakes and truth!
Thank you... and
keep them in harmony
Juergen
Dear Jacob,
I understood everything in english.
Profound poetry : your hope and your prayer are mine ("seeking the truth"). I like too Olivier's photo.
I do think that finding the truth is our hope. MB
I'm not sure if it's possible to find the truth, but let's hope one day we'll find it!
Beautiful words, and the photo is terrific:)
I just want to tell
perhaps ones again
You, Jacob, is my friend
and to which I lend
my feelings to stain ;-)
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