Reflected Specks of Dust

It may be an illusion.
But all must agree,
It has to be faith.
To endured from us,
This has to come.
With a lusting of trust thrusted.
In resounding echos heard.
Repeated in completed recognition!

Embraced attached souls are we!
From a place of magnificent light.

Reflected specks of dust so loved.
As the power of The Almighty,
Adorns to trace...
With an etching to witness upon our faces.
Animated to dim until extinguished.
And soar we do,
Under the warmth of Sun.
To cool when the Moon comes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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