Minutes in the hour of need <br />Hours in the day of grief <br />Recompense for silent belief <br />In adequate display <br /> <br />It fills the void of dreams enjoyed <br />As ether soaked in phantoms' lore <br />A gust of flame then nothing more <br />The thrust of tides recede <br /> <br />How the final minutes marching <br />Trace the subtle lines of grace <br />Pouring life into this space <br />And so defy the angry sky <br /> <br />And it impends and it stalks <br />And it lives by ambush predation <br />And it takes its shadowy station <br />Along the banks of faith <br /> <br />Onward flows the swollen river <br />Sweeping on the desperate way <br />From shrouded mountains far and gray <br />The ocean's provenance<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-far-and-gray/
