My Destiny
You guide me steadily, to my land
Be it with a hard, or with a soft hand
Sometimes through prolonged sufferance
Sometimes through utter indifference
But you are my best, and my preference
I always resort to you for reference.
I know my loving prayer is not in vain
Where others are struggling with pain
There are times I should seek solitude
To feel my vivid soul like during childhood
Clear and fresh like the air in spring
My soul lightens my heart like a wing.
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
A wonderful work,and so invigorating to read.
Continued success-
Barbara Henry
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
Georg
Wonderful thoughts and very upbeat.
Mary
To feel my vivid soul like during childhood
I am familiar with these feelings, Emile; and I do find this poem of yours very meaningful. Love and peace,
Regis