Sunday, June 26, 2011

Poetry Sunday ~ Hope in my hand...

The wings of hope carry us, soaring high above the driving winds of life. ~Ana Jacob

Hope in my hand...

I fall through the cracks
that have surfaced
on the sun-scorched land
I’m in His hand.

I stand to walk
head held high
but I’m left to fall
absorbed by it all.

I claw my way
into the light
that warms me within,
it’s there I begin.

My sin is no more
a scar on my soul.
I traveled so far
the door left ajar.

Stars I wander 
hope in my hand
I am all for
my soul to soar.

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benning said...

"... the light
that warms me within, ..."

Excellent! :D

joni said...

It's a path...He leads...I follow. :D

Stormcrow said...

Man can live for three weeks without food, three days without water, three minutes without air, but not a single second without hope.

joni said...