The Promised Land Poem by Will Barber

WISE WORDS TO HUBLE AT, AND HEED TO...NICE WORK! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR

A lovely, serene word painting that glows with its own light. Very appealing, Will. Warm regards, Sandra

Mr WILLLLLLLL, a marvelous splendid work, i have come to expect when i see the name WILL BARBER,

Perfect, Will. Embracing, serene, glowing, endowing hope without preaching... the versatility of your pen continues to impress beyond measure. t x

In a garden - whether of The Earth, the soul, or others' love Sign me up... A sweetly flowing dream and hope, this. Esther : ]

The Promised Land is any place Where a thought may dwell in peace In a garden - whether of The Earth, the soul, or others' love. When the brain grows calm, and free, The mind may dwell there peacefully. Thoughts in peace, where they have their own space to grow strong and calm. Thoughts below the waves 'where soft steps make sense'. Those words sound so free... Thanks, Will.

Wow, I really needed this. Stress makes one forget that the gate to the promised land is in your own mind. Hmm, I think I'll take a deep breath.

You write with a gentleness. I really like this poem. Thank you.

You paint a very beautiful picture in words here Will, marvelous.-Melvina-

Interesting ending, Will. I suppose even our promised lands can be compromised. Great write! Brian