Tuesday, October 21, 2008

end of the line

On A Wing And A Prayer

The rumbling ride of life threatening to derail this train
throwing sparks into a night, black with ravens roosting
between the icy cold of mortality and the warm, white light of Heaven,
cannot keep a soul from shaking through beneath these birds of pray(er),
station to station, without direction, to a destination still unseen,
despite a persistence of vision just beyond this passing train.

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