Valley Of My Home….
In the deepest valley of my home
are the seasons known:
the winter is very hot,
autumn is a simmering warm pot,
the summer is freezing,
spring..... yes, how will I display spring?
Something cool and pleasantly singing,
not cold at all,
they show all the splendour as it should not be,
my heart becomes so exhausted
no energy at all
such is the state in the deepest valley of my home
my home is my beating heart
I therefore descend again into the deepest valley of my home
I spend enough time there
so that the atmosphere in this deepest valley becomes pleasant again
pleasant cool to stay there
enough time to meditate
also to pray there
the deepest valley of my home,
home is my beating heart
the atmosphere is now pleasant
such is the state in the deepest valley of my home
my home is my beating heart
God is waiting for me with sorrow
He will have the right atmosphere tomorrow,
in His way
so not today....
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Wednesday 16 Sep 2020
Home is where a woman's heart reside. The deepest valley in your heart encounters All the seasons with zest enjoying all the seasons to the maximum Awesome poem.10++
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