Last of the Year

When the known is forgotten
and the unknown too,
what is there left?
is there me,
is there you?

When words are not spoken,
what is there to say?
who will know
if it is night or rather day?

When god reveals himself,
what good will our freedom be?
our restless nights,
our tears of plea?

When finally
the day comes
where no one fears
and no one runs,
who will turn
and who will see
the gracefully setting sun...

a reply to: HarryTZ

Well Written! Nice Message too!
Very well done! Very Well Done Indeed!!!
Star and Flag For you!!!

Beautiful!

thank you all

a reply to: HarryTZ

Lovely

leolady