November dribbles - 24

The truth lies in-between,
A frozen leaf that clings, ice-rimed
Bejeweled, its amber hidden deep inside.

Beneath the silvered sky
Attached to heaven’s bough by frailest
Web, wind-whispered promises don’t lie.

The truth is then and now
And when and how and ever tries
To tell eternal thanks, well-prayed, well-signed.

Giving thanks for faith and truth

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