Neiel
When I might have seen the lush lands
and their rolling hills.
When no distance was too great.
So I heard that I belonged
In the hearts of the brave.
When some silence was too faint.
Let me walk then through the valleys
Where the winds don’t blow.
When a current of dust saved the saints.
For now I might take comfort
In the shade of this way.
Copyright © Brooke Noble | Year Posted 2023
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