As we progress through… each day
which is…nee…to us
but such as…He knew…would be…
be not afraid to fall
While meandering through it all…
let our eyes…seek He…
whose Hands… lift
whose Love… revives
with mist of strength
encouraging ride
Treasured…is His Presence…
like we’ve never known
we’ll find Him…closer…
in each hour sown
With every bestowed…shawl
of moonlit stars, and…
rise of faithful lace, bright
His Power fends…
dispersing kite
Unchartered passages
are His finesse
we, are only voyagers…
redeemed guests
Through gardens of prayer
and fields of war
as we go on, we learn of God…
To Trust Him…More
Prvb 3:5-6
jmsbell-2/10/2024
inside your poetry I catch a glimpse of our Holy Father, :) nice one Joyce.
ART IS AN AWESOME UNIVERSAL VEHICLE THAT BECOMES PERSONAL TO EACH WHO LOOK AT IT. 100 PEOPLE WILL LOOK AT 1 PIECE OF ART AND IT DOES WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO DO, AS IT IS INTERPRETED IN...100 DIFFERENT WAYS.
I AM A DEMOCRAT(YELLOW DOG)AND I CAN 'GO THERE', HOWEVER...THIS WASN'T ONE OF THOSE TIMES(SMILE)(:
Using Him to do it for them. Sorry but that's what I see. For images provide far more information than words.
Ron
Love YA!