In the dark deep where doubts reside,
I lift my eyes to the great divide.
With faith as my compass, hope as my guide,
I tread on paths where dreams collide.
A whisper soft of prayers ascends,
To God above, where love transcends.
Each word is a seed that softly lands,
In fertile hearts and gentle hands.
Through valleys low and steep mountains,
My spirit wakes from slumbered sleep.
With every step, I start to find,
The strength within that truth unwinds.
Manifest the light ahead;
In quiet moments gently said—
What once was lost can rise again;
On wings of trust through joy or pain.
So here I walk with my heart laid bare,
Wrapped in grace beyond compare.
With faith ignited and hope embraced—
In every breath, a prayer is placed.
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Author:
Mark The Phenomenon (
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Comments2
Very prettily rendered, almost wafting a benison across these wastes to raise the spirits with a whisper so gentle we only sense it, never seeing what enlivens our souls. Lovely and eloquent. Thank you for sharing.
Good write M.
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