Amber Bokhari July 31, 2000
Tags: Faith
Long and endless passages,
that lead to old oak doors.
Pathways of darkness flowing,
to a distant ray of light.
Life! Give me an outlet...
a vent to all my fears
a jocund, carefree chatter,
a skipping, lightfoot heart.
Someone to hang on to
when pricking tears bloom;
Something to believe
when shadows cloud my view.
My wooden, creaking crutches,
My foot, a friendless mate!
My dreams of dancing wildly
when showers fall in spring;
A promise; a beginning
to hope, to love, to joy;
A warm and tender hand,
to hold and walk along....
Yes, I need this hereon!!
A childlike faith in God;
to look upon the Heavans,
for angels in the Sun.
And, I'm sure, my wishes
can heal all that ails me,
If not the wound so obvious
they'll cure the pains within!!
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