by Maurice A. Williams
6/13/2007 / Poetry
I've seen my shadow every night
Be lamp behind my head.
It looks the same in broad daylight
Were sun to shine instead.
All my life, year after year,
I see it there in front.
Walk fast or slow, it's always near,
A giant or a runt.
My shadow I don't know, don't talk,
But this occurred to me:
God too is present as I walk.
"Why don't I speak to Thee?"
Maurice A. Williams
Author of "Apocalypse: Four Horsemen Three Woes." http://www.geocities.com/mauricewms2003.
Williams is a semi-retired Director of R&D and still works as a consultant. He is married, lives at home, and has four children and six grandchildren.
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