In isolation, I am rock
solid, fearless, present
Memories moon-bows
miracle of love, whispers
of what might have been
Will not let current fear
shape me; I am tethered
to faith, gently gliding
(Submitted for Eugi’s Causerie Weekly prompt: mighty. Image my own.)
Beautiful. Shows real you.
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Thanks Indira!
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Quite inspiring of hope…
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Thanks LuAnne.
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Faith can slowly dissipate the fears and hold our hand as we search for peace. Lovely photo, V.J. 🙂
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Thanks Olga.
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I like the idea of staying tethered to faith, gently gliding; it’s one I should take to heart. I’m attempting to swim against a riptide, and it’s not working.
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That is my nature too, Liz. Someone once told me: “You can’t force the river”. I try to remember that.
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genly gliding upon wings of light….I love the rhythm that lets the moods to fly fluently…the faith is strong yet not arrogant, mission is confident yet not showing off….love it all
regards
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Thank you so much. I appreciate the comments coming from as gifted a writer as you.
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“Mighty” beautiful ✨
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Thank you!
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Powerful, lovely, and expressing positive strength in the end. Thank you for joining in, VJ.
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Thank you!
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“Mighty” fine poetry!
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Lol. Thank you!
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Welcome!
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gently gliding… love how it wraps up
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Thank you!
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“. . . Memories moon-bows . . . ”
beautifully put
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Thanks
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