The Journey. . . . .

Scan0002 (2)(they were hard years, but those times when we touched hearts, ahhhh,  those were the golden days.)



The Journey

So we pitch our tents
on the side of the quiet river
and look for landmarks
in the morning.

It has been a full day,
rafting and wandering
through the rapids
hoping for a night of calm waters.

Still, we hope.
Christmas will come knocking
at the midnight door
and hope will enter.

And she will be welcome
for she enters with a promise.



Art by Claudia Hallissey

3 responses to “The Journey. . . . .”

  1. Maria, for me with the coming of Christmas, hope entered with the promise of peace on earth and goodwill toward all. And no matter one’s persuasion, the prayer is on everyone’s lips, let it now be true. . . .please.. . . .

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