Valentine For Karen


Valentine For Karen

At times we are but lonely trees

With ancient roots resisting release.

Burdened branches bent with old snow

Barren boughs that refuse to grow.

But then we become like shooting stars

Burning within, and visible from far.

A light that pierces impossible depths

Alive with life in the face of death.

We are so much higher then, than any eagle has dared to soar.

But isn’t that exactly, what friends in the Lord are for?