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)
- Published: October 16th, 2017 01:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 31
Comments1
Good write, your soul can always be warmed.
Thank you for comment. So true.
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