Poem October 19, 1987 Issue

The no-ending song

Fern-Rae Abraham

We've been taught
to believe
our lives
are as delicate
as bubbles that ride
on the incoming tide.

We've always thought
love was as fickle
and fragile
as the breeze
in spring
when the mocker sings.

That's how it seems.
But it only seems.
That's the dream.
God is Life.
God is Love.
God is All.

Forever in Life, forever in Love,
is where we belong.
It's the no-ending song.

Fern-Rae Abraham

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