A spiral of smoke

Where the lines converge
and the lights merge.

Each moment that passes is a
class in the art of remembering,

To master the minute
as one
silent within it and
to await the next,
but ask
what purpose to be virtuous when
patience is the limit of life?

The Moabite Ruth
took God as her proof
who knows where
the truth lies?

© 2018, John Smallshaw.