Speak to me…
of building structure in a harsh landscape
So close to water
Yet thirsty
Beauty not far off
Yet I feel barren and cold
Stumbling along the
Sharp edges of life
Searching for the truth
That will console and fill me
Will what I build last
Or tumble down?
Speak to me of hope
Speak to me of sunshine and warmth
May His beauty be reflected in what I create
With my time and talents accountable to only One.
Beautiful. I love reading your poetry because it gets me to stop and think about what is real in life- and check all that activity at the door to rest in Truth.
Thanks Kel! Always appreciate your feedback…
Beautiful Mona ??
Thanks Tina – Always love to hear from you!
Stark beauty in a cold world.
Kathleen – Thanks for stopping by and giving your thoughts!!