Take his immortal hand..
I looked out and felt lost,
His gazing face blazed.
Everywhere I peered,
Sweet disclosure basked.
Allow me my faith,
Keep your bleak discouragement.
This fog came begging,
So greedy in despair.
Your anguish is measured,
It fails to touch me.
I ignore the pain,
And take his immortal hand.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“To see a world in a grain of sand, And heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour”… William Blake
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Faith in a faithful God, Amen.
Faith grows with use, it’s like a muscle. Beautiful Estee!