Press Along Poem by Jesse Fast

Press Along



When in your heart it's snowing
And icy winds tell phantom tales
If your heart is awash with sorrow
And your thoughts are a thousand trails

When the rains fall upon you
And clothe the trees with somber tears
And the autumn leaves that once were bright
Begin to fall like the passing years

If it seems the words you hear
Echo on like an epitaph
And songs of the world around you
Are nothing more than an empty laugh

When the tears that once did fall
Are dried in a warm summer breeze
And to God you seek for a refuge
Then His Voice you will hear in the trees

Sing and bask in the sunshine
Dry each tear with a wish of love
Grasp the memories all around you
And press along with your God above

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
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