Dienstag, 23. März 2021

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (208)

                                                           Where is the hand?

 

From whence cometh light? from whence the dark?

From whence a thought, a heavenly spark?

Of all the tasks we need to do?

From whence the force that sees us through?

Of life’s beginnings to the end.?

From whence the guiding unseen hand.?

To grant the strength, to steady the heart?

Whenever it feels like falling apart,

Although we do not see them,

Still, I believe it is true.

That there are angels just for me

And angels just for you.

 


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