The Mysteries

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The mysteries

Of all we do not know

They are more than

The riches some heap

While others go without

They are more than

The wars against body and soul

The what ifs and the whys

The pit of sorrows we fall into

The crushing weight of grief

 

The mysteries

Of all we do not know

The greatest is love

That holds us when all is gone

That leads us to treasure

At the end of a dark tunnel

It runs through us and to us

Lifting us and helping us

To breathe and to live

And one day hope again

 

© 2019 Julie Clark

 

Categories: grief and death, Hope, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “The Mysteries

  1. Michelle Day

    Dearest JulIe I think it is time for you to assemble these wonders of your mind into a book that we can ponder on in quiet moments
    Please consider
    Love and Peace to you
    Michelle

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