Leather-Bound Book

He walks as the beginning of a book
And an epic message that greets -permeating the future
Invisible ink for now

She takes hold of the leather-bound book
And all but the cover is blank -a fine hello, but what next
Picking up pen, exhaling a smile

Water. Living.

My head does hurt and is amazed.
A Life spent shunning shadows
and seeking a spotlight that never showed.

But I am learning that.
In His shadow is the only place I shine.
And I am grateful for Him.
And I am grateful for him.

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