Your Coach Awaits
YOUR COACH AWAITS
I am the answer to the blowing wind,
in God I live, in God I'll never die.
Al things you seek to ever comprehend
are in my touch, but never ask me why.
I am the river flowing to the sea,
in hope I breathe, through God I do my task.
Whatever good you see in life is me,
though sometimes I appear behind a mask.
I am the highest mountain you may climb,
in light I show, in dark I never hide.
beyond your wildest dream, and for all time,
you beg for me, but then push me aside.
Your coach awaits, and I will take you where
the wind has blown, and it is over there . . .
© vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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