Hope
Time sleeps on silent shoulders.
Fields of gold walk on distant horizons.
Eternity gasps.
The present cries.
Fragile is the heart of man.
Amazing grace plays in the mind.
Love is too unfathomable to understand.
I have hope, I have freedom, and I have fears.
Precious is the moment, prized the outcome.
To only touch His hem is to feel.
I see; I believe, and I dream.
J. Allen Wilson © 2/21/2010
http://jallen-canceranditsaffects.blogspot.com/
Sooo nice to see you back home, where you belong - effectively, beautifully penned HOPE in these lines - needed. Thank you. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.