Each
day the line
around
me comes closer,
drawn
by the unseen
hand
of time.
It
is not darkness
that
gathers outside
the
line, but memory.
Memory
is not dark.
It
is not a past,
but
a present.
It
is bright with hope,
ready
for perfecting
through
forgiveness
and
mercy…
John
Robert McFarland
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