Posted in Poetry

Then


Poetry is the very breath of God. In His Words He spoke life into being.
Deep inside each of us something speaks. Listen. Believe.

I rock back and forth in life’s womb
hiding behind lie’s pain.
Love masked by passing shadows.

The home’s walls unstable
I need to find me,
the sky’s clouds, the dirt’s grass.

Anxiety is sorrow’s prison.
Discover life’s joy.
Learn to handle grace in God’s arms.

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