Poetry
Where I walk life comes forth
A Sonnet
Snows of winter lie heavy on the ground,
in this desert of ice, a lifeless land.
The steps you tread make nearly no sound
as you approach, a lonely pilgrim, and
bear the shield of Faith and sword of Spirit.
Keep walking like the fantasy Lion
The snows will melt with holy fire lit,
though you’re weary and tired keep trying.
For spring arrives again as hope comes…