Saturday, January 10, 2015

The Descent

We descend from our skyward home,
fallen pieces thrust down a timeless reticule.
Conceived in the Holy Furnace,
we look out through infant eyes.
When was the beginning?
When will we reach the end?
Into the dust, the eternal descends.
A single instant holds all we came here to find.
When all the instants join, a life is defined.
It is a new day to watch the rise and the fall of the sun, and cherish every breath between rising aspirations and long, forgotten dreams.
Linda Mottet

poetry featured in "Shattered Innocence"
& "Only Love is Real - Only Love Remains"
available on and Kindle

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