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A Place In The Sun
On occasion, I saw a tiny light from above
but it was masked by depression’s glove,
and the hands that were lovingly stretched out
were pushed away and messed all about.
But one trying day the sunbeam found me
and showed in a vision all I could be,
expressing if I wanted that prophecy to come true
there were some things that I needed do.
That round blink didn’t have a gloomy glow
as it guided me to a Savior in-the-know;
we talked over all my blues and greys
and finally I could see through my angst's haze.
A Place In The Sun Contest
For Gail Angel Doyle Jan 16, 2015