shrouded reflections

reflections are like miracles
so are sentences and lives
reminders of another day
and places where we cried

about the times misunderstood
and troubled tales of woe
passage through another storm
and miles left to go

far another way from home
lost and found until
lessons learned revealed to us
the moment standing still

was only felt within the mind
not settled in the heart
days became the wind behind
the reason from the start

of all the make believe we live
and all that time has drained
from all our dark imaginings
the knowledge we have gained

is ours to hold forever till
time will wind us down
as the earth and dust lifts up
and by the wind is blown

into another sacred prayer
gathered into clouds
once to rain upon our way
becomes our Holy Shroud

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