Transformation seems to be an act of will.
It wrings out the old by bringing in the new.
Truly, the new creation is a gift.
I understand the truths of God only superficially
Their true meaning is hidden; even of a simple verse.
It is beyond the ken of high and low alike.
The wise man acknowledges his limitations.
Within him is a mirror of the outer world.
His wisdom finds the truth hidden by the lies.
Love and hope prevent my heat from growing cold.
Today, the wise man gives a clear answer.
He provides light when a shadow crosses my heart.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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