
Herewith
Here with my faith I stand in a valley
Surrounded by fear, my losses I tally.
Fear, I have little. I feel a strong hand.
My soul reaches out grasping, hoping.
Admiring the wonder, I travel this land.
I seek truth in beauty, my path upward sloping.
Herewith, content I will be, and yet I still seek
The wonder of wonders, a Holy mystique
Copyright 2009 by Gene Black
((update))
I am happy to report that both this image and my poem have been published on the Image & Spirit blog. Go see it there!
Gene
3 comments:
What a beautiful image and poem! I saw it on Image and Spirit. Thanks, it was just what I needed.
Thank you Virginia.
Lovely poem. You are a man of many talents!!! Thanks for sharing this with us.
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