...Your Hand... Poem by Rebecca Navarre
...Your Hand...
The night is beginning to fall.
Somewhere in the distance a
train whistle calls. Searching the
sky for the man in the moon, but
it doesn't seem he wants to shine.
Not a single star can I find. Something
out there in the night is stirring. As the
fog starts rolling in. No sense in hurrying.
The candle in my window shines bright.
Might as while wrap my shawl around
myself tight, and roll with the movement
of life. There's no threats on the horizon.
No reason to put up a fight. Pillows are
still damp. But something tells me it'll
be alright.
The final of this great poem is the greatest, I cite your last line: But something tells me it'll be alright.. WOW! These words are still echoing in my ears, beating my heart faster, such intense words! They are uttered straight from your heart. Greatest poem this be, dear Becca!
Liked the closure lines. Great faith could always gives us hope in life. Very uplifting message. Top Marks!
A very moving spiritual write A poem that gives hope and peace. Great images and heartfelt poetic expressions.
YOUR HAND must be chosen as The Poem Of The Day! Hooray! My greatest CONGRATS for you and your poem! God Blesses YOU, dear friend Becca!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/22/2025 10:04:22 PM # 1.0.0
Amazing graphic, a brilliant choice! TOP Marks 5 Full Stars for this precious important poem. I enjoyed tremendously.