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Aug 2020
Somewhere ahead on the narrow road,
beyond the turquoise sky;
I see the brightness gleaming,
above the hills so high.

This vision leaps as in a dream,
and swirls around in space;
Quivering with such intensity,
it resembles a spiritual place.

The Lord has a way of showing us,,
that He's the one we seek;
And walking alone in this quiet town,
I seemed very small and meek.

My eyes were strained and red with dust,
from the dirt along the road;
The river rose in awesome stillness,
while the trees swayed to and fro.

One ray of light a fortune provides,
for those who search for peace;
And faith lies within our restful souls,
with a hopeful spirit of release.

Change takes time yet we all know,
that inner sense of sight;
Can truly match the colors which,
bounce from the prism of light.
This is one of my earliest poems...at this crucial time here in the USA we could use some spiritual guidance !
Written by
Frances E McClelland  Hamilton, NJ
(Hamilton, NJ)   
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