The seasons still revolve. <br />Night melts into sunrise. <br />We endlessly evolve. <br />Truth punctures lies. <br /> <br />We gaze towards the light: <br />A faith that is restored. <br />The dark is also right. <br />Our rich reward <br /> <br />Comes in all shades and hues. <br />All is from the same Source. <br />We search so hard for clues. <br />They’re here, of course – <br /> <br />But maybe not where we’re <br />Expecting them to be. <br />One day the fog might clear <br />Enough to see. <br /> <br />Religions are access <br />Points – cash machines in walls. <br />It’s so hard to assess, <br />And all those rules <br /> <br />Make it so difficult <br />For many to conform. <br />The emphasis on “fault” <br />Makes us feel torn – <br /> <br />Inadequate, at best. <br />We try to understand. <br />Sometimes we need to rest, <br />Heads safe in sand.<br /><br />Paula Puddephatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cash-machines-in-walls/
