I, Me and Other
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

Unknown

Someone, but unknown, thus no one.
Free, yet burdened with weightlessness.
A wandering flux yearning to plummet
to the Unchanging.
A heartbroken witness to the turmoil and pain
seething within and without.
Believing in faith, yet doubting every thought,
accepting the knowledge
that fault turns to salvation
and talent to doom,
that nothing remains,
but will return
with only momentary meaning,
I go towards God with love.

 

 

 

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