Valley
I really
didn't want
to meet again
in the rain
i feel you
making it known
that you must
face the mountain
that has become
Goliath
Look up
The Rock
is here
Run to me
not limping
in shame
and disgrace
Child
I didn't make
you in fear
Stand tall
I will not
Forsake you
Take my hand
it's always
within your reach
Nice. Faith and hope are always achievable.
ReplyDeleteDearest Regine,
ReplyDeleteWell, going uphill, out of any valley is tough! Even when riding a bike as we did this afternoon.
Hugs,
Mariette
Holding on the rock always; Jesus will climb all our mountains with us.
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Poignant words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteSo nice
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteUm poema muito belo e tocante! Ter alguém amigo, nas horas difíceis, sempre relativiza os nossos problemas, quando os partilhamos com mais alguém... a nossa carga emocional fica bem menor...
ReplyDeleteBeijinhos! Feliz domingo e votos de uma excelente semana!
Ana
I like this. : )
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