There’s a shadow that resembles the beauty of life,
And oh what a magnificent display,
So like a dog chasing its tail,
I run after it,
My glazed over eyes focused on the prize.
Like the promise of a candy shop visit.
Only it never materialises.
It’s just a shadow.
Give me the real thing
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.