Without Frantic EndeavourA Poem by Helen WoodwardHere I stand, on the peak of life's mesa How unreal it all looks from here The remnants of misty clouds now leave Clear vision and lasting impression Pay a visit to this magical place of peace Tall trees protect that which is important to me My memories of something important There you are, lying...regular as clockwork I could so easily take your prickly hand in this place It isn't dream-like, just honest Comfort oozes from my every pore now I am Blessed...with knowing As I keep searching without frantic endeavour Beneath my opened treasures Silly how small things stand for more here God shows you solutions...If you let him And all is quiet...except for his strong voice He delivers hope where all hope was gone In hearts barren, aching and torn He sprinkled stardust on my eyelids And lifted me to the heavens to catch a glimpse... Of what life really means...there...my soul is opened... Awakened to renewed passion and love beyond compare A feeling I guess I never out grew It waits...it will wait into eternity...or until the time When fear will not prevail When eyes only shed tears of joy © 2013 Helen WoodwardReviews
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5 Reviews Added on February 18, 2012 Last Updated on October 5, 2013 AuthorHelen WoodwardAustraliaAboutAt times simply living is hard work. People around you are non-responsive and you feel like throwing in the towel. I have read and reviewed many on-line writers who have felt this way.. more..Writing
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