Blistering morning come to find
A place of peace from my own mind
That let’s me ward the harshest chill
And keeps me from the growing ill.
Torn to find the pieces whole
Lost to find the wand’ring soul
Left behind to fight or die
Always wanting to ask why.
Least in numbers here we wait
At the fore behind the gate
Never do we seem to see
All the blessings found in Thee.
A Soul's Walk 
I love your poetry. 🙂
I can use all the love I can get. Thank you much.
WOW. The first 2 lines in the 2nd stanza are my fave, and then the final 2 lines of the poem.
Those are the best lines of the poem. It’s good to see you have such exquisite taste.
Or horribly picky, one or t’other.
🙂
A good poem should take us on a journey…and often do you blaze trails for us…Thank you 🙂
You are welcome.
Beautiful.. and yes, we have to always remind people to look for and see their blessings even in painful situations! This fits my day. Thanks! 😀
You are welcome, of course.