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Unchanging Light
2 Corinthians 9:15
Overwhelmed by winter’s
hard, withered hand,
aspen, oak, and elm stand
gray-haired and naked in a leafless stupor
as if those lush, green days,
those endless bouquets
of summer had never been;
darkness descends at 4 p.m.
Automobiles scurry across land
that no longer seems either familiar
or safe — as if our world had been abandoned
to the thick, oily grasp
of night, as if the light
was forever gone and would
be no more . . .
but there is a great Door.
Entering in, we find
the Light Himself
in whom is no change,
no darkness descending
in periodic shift —
thanks be to God for His
unspeakable gift.
– Francis Freed
Francis Freed has been published in A Time of Singing, Life, Ancient Paths, Our Journey, and Cape Cod Life. She lives in Narragansett, RI.
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