I served you then,
You serve me now,
And in this small world
Where all seems to
Writhe and slide,
Separate and engage;
In spite of contrived appearances
After forty years I
Find myself only Knowing,
Thanking, and Loving
(Sometimes impatiently).
Service only time's mirror:
Concealing, revealing,
Reflecting, refracting
A light that too often
Lies now just beyond.

12/05/2014

Author's Note: Written at Burger King after a morning's shopping in Tremonton, UT.

Posted on 12/07/2014
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