Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. ~James 1:17
shifting shadows
move beneath my feet
a memory
forgotten
like clouds
now drift slowly by
only regrets
linger in broken hearts
as shifting shadows
while memories dance to the
repercussions of love
shifting shadows
move across my heart
a moment
remembered
rattling chains
darkens a hopeful heart
just believe
listen and hear them say
as shifting shadows
move silently away
 memories scream loud to the
repercussions of love
~Mark Schutter ©2015
