“Passage”

Photo of winter forest by Pixabay photographer Waldkunst
Photo of winter forest by Pixabay photographer Waldkunst

A poem in Free Verse

Long ago I put aside the known and comfortable,
setting about on a journey toward my own Bethlehem.
I passed through hills and valleys,
met harsh winds and biting cold,
struggled to go on.

Heavy with expectation, I continued,
shepherded by a dream of hope,
guided by an angel.

Now I have arrived at this destined place,
a lowly shelter outside the boundaries of my life.
Blessed peace comes here near journey’s end.
I am ready for the birth of something wonderful in my soul.
I swaddle my young and tender faith in white warmth,
lay my life gently down on the hay,
look up at the blessed star above,
and a song of glory rises in my heart.
I believe.

– Lisa


Selected from Smallest Leaf: A Collection of PoetryAvailable for purchase at the online store of smallestleaf.com.

 

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