What feels real
Is not
What you can only imagine
Is what is actually real
Stop thinking this
This!
Is permanent
It is fading before our eyes
Death sits idly by
Age creeps on silent feet
Stop setting my eyes
To vapor
Step from blessing to blessing
Release each one
To the heavens
In thankfulness
Eyes closed
True vision
Something obtainable
That is invisible
Releasing “I thought”
Holding on to what I know
Faithful Lines 