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| Mysterious Hands |
Trekking down the Road
So unending in Fear and
Anxiety
I cruised through,
watching
The trees that
surrounded me.
What happens next? What
awaits yonder?
Kept asking my
whimpering mind.
I just noticed,
Rootedness!
None planted these
saplings, and none watered
But they grew, tall and
strong.
Deep and High. Just as
the Cedars of Lebanon.
Mystery lies behind,
what kept them safe.
The same Mystery, I now
trusted.
My heart felt strong
and my spirit lost fear
All I have now is Joy,
Trust, Faith in the guidance of those Mysterious Hands!
Poem by Sophia Devasahayam (I hope this poem is taken by anyone).
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