Moulding

Backward glance,

I see triumphs

Joys with sweetness complete

Failures and losses

Broken hearts, making weak

The mountains stand tall

With rocky terrain

The view from on high

That could not be explained

Valleys, long hidden

Still the ache is recalled

Of the mist and the darkness

When hope’s vision was stalled

 

Many a climb

Still awaits to be trod

Thrills of decent

Made with ease or a slog

The dark will encroach

As it did once before

so with rear-view reminder

Return again to the shore

Of the land that is newness

Respite from the swell

Washed by the tumult

A fresh form to compel

 

When at last all is done

And at journey’s great end

Take the form life was moulding

A soul that none can rescind

 

29/1/2019

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