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Back to the river of belief
where the glow of hope so brightly shines,
so serene yet so unending,
mystical,
magical
all encompassing and overwhelming.
Where the lightning bolts of despair
try to make their way though,
fighting each other for first place,
for most important role.
Where spirit is strong
and courage is rare.
I make my way through staring at the moon,
Shining bright.
It's beacon of light reflecting on the river's face.
I look to the sky
the deep waiting sky,
the deep midnight sky with shades of deep azure.
Beyond the stars
and millieu
I search and find my light.
I find the light that guides me though
my darkest hour.
The light
that has the power
to turn the gloomiest nights and dreariest skies
into the clearest days.
With clear blue
sky,
sunlight.
With colorful fireworks of the cheeriest celebrations.
I feel the strength start
to grow
inside my heart
knowing deep inside it will never part.
And once again I am assured
that I will make it through
to face with His guidance
all my fears and doubts and uncertainties.
My darkest hour.
To make my way
through
To morning
Where the clear blue skies await
and the dew calls my name
To plant the seed of hope
and faith.
These seeds I hold so gently in my hand,
once more
on the river's bank.
~~ Sonia R. ~~
Copyrighted 1999
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