In The Valley Poem by Elena Toledo

Tear to tear, breaking

heavy steps. A mountain

I must climb and deliver

every hunt- to the sweetest

waterfall. All burns, all scars-

must remain where they began.

Every flower has its nectar, this

seed to be born, is a symbol of

rejoice. In a garden where all

was burnt; in need of pouring love.

And of many little stars to move

with this bruised heart. In the

Valley of secret mourns, where

mountains hear the cry, and the

mist darkens the route. This

mountain I must climb it will

always take the steps through

the glorious hand of God