I’ve walked the paths of discontent
Trailed roadways seeking peace
Trudging ever onward on
Wonder where my steps would lead
I’ve held the hands of dying ones
Soothed the brows of fevered heads
Held new hope in my arms
Heartened those where grief has bled
I’ve known the trials and the joys
Of wedded bliss as two are joined
As gears refining, trying to mesh
Personalities, becoming one
I’ve walked the trail of motherhood
Rejoicing times, then deep in prayer
Hoping those four gifted me
Overcome the trials they bear
I’m walking too the Nana glade
Seven loved ones to uphold
Some are close, some far away
Still upheld in prayer each day
All along the timeworn path
Others too have joined this trek
To help and be helped as we go
Walking t’wards what new days beck
It matters no more where I go
For as I walk the path I trod
I’ve learned to walk my hand in His
I’m on my way back home to God
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Dew Upon The Arbor 
Lovely❣️
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Thank you, Steff! 💞🥰
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This was lovely! I really think your poetry is top notch! Do I heard a book of em coming?
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Wow! Thank you, Rick! And for the encouragement. That would be fun! 💞🥰
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Beautifully written, and brought tears thinking back over the years in my life that relate to your words.
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Thank you, dear heart. So glad we are walking together! 💞🥰
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Sherry, I too shed a tear, especially the line of line I am walking back home to God! Hallelujah!
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Thank you, Sharon! What a grand reunion we have ahead! 💞🥰
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