{ … the Father of lights … }

So much good, the gift
That everywhere and everyday
Appears; and on the horizon,
More possibilities than she
Or anyone else could have
Imagined, all from the
Father of lights, with her
Grateful time spent knowing
And understanding that
Abundance of things is temporary,
But abundance itself abides

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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