Hazy blue and yellow skies
Some grey coming on horizon
Wipe these tears out of my eyes
Signs of weakness all around me
Break away please break away
I'll be back again someday
Getting stronger every day
Hold my cape Ill tap my stick
Let's fly to a new horizon
Somewhere through the friendly skies
No hellos and no good byes
No tear drops no mournful sighs
Hang it out till it all dries
I LOVE THE PICTURE, JANE. IT TOOK ME THERE. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH A FEW TEARS, NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED ABOUT BEING WEAK FOR A TIME, FOR WHEN WE ARE WEAK THEN...GOD CAN SHOW US HOW STRONG HE IS AND WE ARE STRENGTHENED TO 'PRESS ON'. I WOULD RATHER CRY AND LEAN ON GOD, THEN TO BE WICKED AND CAUSE PAIN...ANY DAY. I RECENTLY LEARN A PAINFUL LESSON ABOUT EXTENDING COMPASSION TO THE WRONG PERSON...THEY LAUGHED, I CRIED. AND THAT'S ALRIGHT BECAUSE, I'M STILL ME AND THEY ARE STILL...THEM. THE 'HORIZON' IS LOOKING SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Would you believe I wrote a poem about the horizon just yesterday (to be posted at some future date). Yours looks mighty fine to me. The horizon does inspire idle minds such as ours. Loved this one, Jane.
As long as you keep getting stronger each day, things will lighten up, as the sky, precious will be that sun rise when it arrives I enjoyed your poem this evening xo
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Now turn walk away do not
look back..
TRASK..
Sandie :o)
And dry it will..on your journey to
Healing and wholeness...
And it will be better than ever...
Sending love,
Diana...
Good message! somewhere over the rainbow
somewhere over the far horizon
always be searching!
Thank you Jane for this lovely piece
Enjoyed reading
Love and peace be with you