Sunday, February 12, 2017


Sent from my iPhone

Begin forwarded message:

From: Stewart Acuff <>
Date: February 12, 2017 at 4:30:54 PM EST
To: red-ink <>
Cc: Stewart <>

When the sky grays

And the wind comes stronger

With the shortening of the days

The memories and thoughts unresolved are longer

And the light at 4 still plays

The color fades in pure effort to maintain the grace

Of lighter times and brighter skies

We know again this fight is ours

And if there be a win ours is the prize

But we stand on uneven land staring over the edge for hours

We try to make sense of a world running from wise

It is not the sparkle of our minds  but the steel honed in the soul

That will decide whether we make this fight right

And from our guts create what will be known as might.

Sent from my iPhone

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