As I followed
A poem of peace
The voice inside led me to a dark room,
My career…the loud growls and soft coos,
The door was cracked and inside was gloom,
A voice behind “walk with me.” It whispered;
I turned and spotted another door with a being beside,
There was a white mist veil beyond the door,
A pavement that begged to follow inside,
I looked back at my gloomy career, why not walk?
Now beside the being I took her hand,
Stepping through the door into the great mist,
My adventure into peace began,
I could not see behind or before just where I was at;
A tree shrouded in sunset surrounded by soft green grass,
Seeing only what was around me,
The pavement still continued alas,
The being ushered me forward quickly;
She was used to the scene all around,
She was gentle but urgent,
A walk to a destination we were surely bound,
The air was pleasant and the breeze warm;
We stop and the being turns to me,
To give answers to the unasked questions,
What did I have yet to see?
I wake up and I want to go back,
I wanted to stay and just be.
About the Creator
Abigail Spring
YHWH first and foremost.
I have always loved coming up with stories but haven’t been the best writer. I love doing other hobbies such as playing my violin, painting birds, and adventuring with my husband. 💚




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