Feeling the warm sun on my face,
I close my eyes,
�Could it be that easy?� I ask
A soft, gentle breeze whispers,
�Have faith.�
I can hear the wind chimes,
they answer,
�Peace is the healer,
it will soften the soul
and bring richness to your heart.�
As the inner fires
are drowned by
God�s cool and plentiful water,
so are the crippling postures
of my tired body.
The once radiant smile
returns to my face.
God has given me
new breath from his grace.
Believe, it can happen.
By:
Kathie Stehr
September 28, 1999
Some of my poetry seems to come from such a dark place in my soul.It is very important to have hope. But, I have a difficult time finding it on some days.
Poetry comes from deep inside, it brings
feelings to the surface that we would rather hide. For me, it is
healing to release the fears that are buried deep. This particular
poem is reaching up and grasping hope.
