The Poem With No Name Poem by Arno Le Roux

When the Great Energy planned for mortals a labyrinth dark
On loan for friends for a short time a measure of His spark
A complicated design of passages through life's maize
We meet, greet, work and laugh all under an ancient gaze

Our travel time from start till we reach the door waiting at the end
Not measured with man's calendar but the light we lend
It's measured by the lights we switch on for others in the dark
Not man-made switches but rather our borrowed inner spark.

RIP borrowed spark

Arno Le Roux 6th December 2014