Friday, April 19, 2024

Sadness




For today's prompt, pick an emotion, 
make it the title of your poem, 
and write your poem.



 It bleeds from my eyes
How it aches in my soul
It authors heart-cries
Where death leaves a large hole 

It bids me to fly
To the hills of God's Word
And like David, cry
'My help comes from the Lord'

© Janet Martin

Ps.121:1-2
I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
 My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.








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