Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (57)

Beyond the dark clouds of trouble and strife

Hide glorious visions of splendour and light

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Gifts

There is a little Someone not even five feet tall.

Still when I see her my soul swells-

Beyond our Garden Wall.

For in her Hand she holds a Key,

A Key to Heart and Soul,

And with her Pen she writes the Words

That make the Wounded whole.

It is a Gift –a Gift from Heav’n.

Given to those who Love.

It is a Treasure to be shared

From our Dear God above.

Our Lives are filled with Miracles.

If we could only see-

Beyond the frail-the old-the sick-

Beyond the four feet three.

Written for Laurel,

A wonderful example of grace and compassion.

By Ingrid S. 7/4/2002