spiritThere are times that slip away;

there are times that come and go.

There are times when all is lost;

there are times you’ll never know.

Lost in the forest,

can only see the trees.

Words are unspoken,

whispers are lost in the breeze.

Gather your courage;

garner your strength.

For those who sit still,

will grow weary in length.

Igniting a fire,

letting it be,

will surely result,

in a spirit set free.


by Janet Robinson © 2013