Holding Hands With Light

If the mountains shall fall,
And the sky fall from the space above,
I won't shed a tear.
If the ocean would dry up,
And the sun burst,
I will lift my hand and praise,
The day I go home.
If the day shall come,
When I draw my last breathe,
And my lips cease to move,
I shall cry with happiness,
Im going home,
To meet my father.
If the darkness shall take over,
The light will never flee,
And I shall be holding it's hand,
As it chases the demonds away.




Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2007-01-17 at 02:31

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Kathy Lockhart
Valerie, you are gifted! no doubt about it. This is heavenly.
2007-01-21


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Absolutely wonderful!
2007-01-17