 I would like to dedicate my poem to all Light Workers: THE LIGHT WORKER'S WAY Our roads entwine, We make our way. We wait upon The breaking day For His work, not yours, Or mine. We must only wait To see The reason for life's Destiny. But no one walks the road Alone; For His hand, yours and mine Will lead us to where we Belong. Just wait awhile and You'll see the gifts. For if your eyes will seek, They'll surely find A wanderer Who needs your help And mine. By Dorothy Rowatt (2004) Copyright © Dorothy M Rowatt |
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