
as the light recedes
dark – it seems so dark inside
must keep hope alive

as the light recedes
dark – it seems so dark inside
must keep hope alive
when the way is dark
proceed slowly hand in hand
with Abiding Love
through a lit window
man sitting by his wife’s bed
day changes to night
November crawls by slowly
hoping to see winter snow
grey November day
blue umbrella in the rain
somehow spirits lift

frequently travelled
road seems different today
circumstance matters