The Manner of Things

A pause today
In passing
A reflection,
Not looking
In the well
To see a shadow
Of what once
Had been.

Let us pass by
Looking past 
To the break 
In the clouds
Where should some light
Shine through.

Hold it 
As the grain of sand
In the hand
And in that hour
All will be well
All manner of things 
Will be well.


JL June 21 15:20