By Mary E. Adair
I heard the voices
Of those passed away
And each only spoke
Of a brighter day..
Of the worries which
Plagued them here on earth
They never mentioned
Devaluing worry's worth
Then slowly I began
To understand more
It was as though
Someone opened a door
The answers are there
For questions uttered
And peace flows into
The belief that fluttered
Soon strength was built
Within my heart
For helping others,
I knew I could start
So daily I listen
And seek God's will
To guide my footsteps
Up over the hill.
©2009 Mary E. Adair
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