Within the elegance of time
Lay the whispers inside the lines
Holding memories ever so fine
Some that hurt some that binds
As one rides the current of air
Life strides by sometimes unfair
Can be compared to a spider’s lair
Traversing the web will we dare?
Many get caught, and entangled
Within the lies hate will strangle
Leaving some to struggle and dangle
What’s left been completely mangled?
Those with goodness in the heart
Will fare better in their start
Avoiding the traps as they dart
Between the madness inside the dark
Dodging the pitfalls along their plight
Still struggling in this fight
The Tempter tries to steal the night
For truly he is a blight
Once the web is left behind
We’ll reach a land so ever kind
On golden tables we shall dine
In wait of the Son, voice divine
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
September 9, 2010
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