Holding hands with our souls
waking through a Divine path
our destination God.
Two human beings loving each other
unconditionally, experiencing our human life, together
we pick up rocks along the way
holding them in our hands
and feeling with our hearts
emotions run strong
full of our life experience,
the sorrows, the pains,
the joys and liberation, the bliss of love in all forms
each rock a different color that God painted for us to see and hold.
He gave us each other
to grow strong in faith, believe and love
we are a gift to one another
from our Father above
we know so
we talk about it every time
a spiritual journey of a beautiful kind.
I thank God for a friend
that shows me the light
when my path is gloom and filled with darkness
covering my room within
I do the same even though
sometimes we are not aware it is being done
a friend like that is one of a kind
a gentle soul, a kindred spirit that I know
that helps me heal my past and be present
in now.
God Bless her.
My Best Friend.
My soul sister.
A dear loving friend is hard to come by these days. hold close to her heart. Beautiful write! Randy~*~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its an awesome poem.....realyy expressed a friens feeling...reminds me of ma best buddy...keep writing such flwless worksss