I felt Your hand
gently upon my shoulder.
“Fear not, my child.
You must be bolder.”
I felt Your breath
upon my neck,
whispering in my ear,
“Don’t look at the speck.”
Your booming voice
came gently to my ears—
“Tomorrow is in My hands.
Worry not about the years.”
I felt Your arms
carry me o’er rock and dale.
“Be still, my child.
I have yet to fail.”
Thank you for this lovely reminder. I love poetry and this was particularly poignant.
Beautiful.
Poetry is such a beautiful medium. Thanks.