Steve_Bamlett_blog

The best is yet to come, no influence

Greater than that awaits our confluence

As onward flowing, through such lengths of time,

Disturbing ebbs in lonesome flows, a sign

Given that all’s still well, still, all manner

Of things coming together. Life planner

I can’t be nor can you, whatever new

Things long past in our lives, we’ll not accrue

More than accumulated time, of good

Shall attend us, moving on though life’s wood.

Midway through the journey of Life, poet

Dante plodded on, so long ago it

Was that, nearer its necessary end

I pray bright stars cool loving glows will send.

 

Facing “Abandon hope all ye who here

Enter”, his access not denied, a seer

Came out . No Hell nor darkness visible

Can hurt us Geoff: We’re Indivisible.