Cold To Warm.

Wallace

I walked alone along a cold damp sandy beach.

Thinking deep, way way down deep.

My troubled soul i tried hard to reach.

A soul that did sadly weep.

 

The wintry sky was dark and grey.

For the first time to the heavens I did pray.

Help me please, that is what I did ask.

Help through life's burdensome task.

 

The dark clouds did roar.

From them acid rain did pour.

I kept on walking.

And to the heavens i kept on talking.

 

A cold wind did blow.

I became tired and my walking became slow.

Onto the cold damp sand i fell.

From the dark skies thunder did loudly yell.

 

Lightening did strike my soul.

And from then on it felt warmly whole.

I thanked the heavens way up there above.

Again my soul feels goodness empathy and love.

 

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2017 01:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, your soul can always be warmed.

    • Wallace

      Thank you for comment. So true.



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