Though I see Not
Silhouettes chase starving hope.
Dark reminders to shadows grope.
Storms rage awash with other times.
Grace on which hope floats is mine.
Though I see not beyond the sacred veil.
Though I falter oft beneath the shadows.
I trust by grace that my hope will never fail.
J. Allen Wilson © 6/11/08
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~ As always, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :)
(((HUGS))), love and continued prayer, karla.
POWERFULLY expressed - even through the darkness, the storms -