Although long nights dim for your missing child,
The woodland marks his own path
Guiding tiny footsteps.
Courageous be, despite a troubled heart
Hanging unto divine grace--
On faith the soul resides.
Then let my comfort grant you kindled peace
Awaiting star's miracle …
Till angels lead him home.
Contest 480 of Brian Strand
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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