Valley Of My Home.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Valley Of My Home….

In the deepest valley of my home
are the seasons known:
the winter is very hot,
autumn is a simmering warm pot,
the summer is freezing,
spring..... yes, how will I display spring?
Something cool and pleasantly singing,
not cold at all,
they show all the splendour as it should not be,
my heart becomes so exhausted
no energy at all

such is the state in the deepest valley of my home
my home is my beating heart

I therefore descend again into the deepest valley of my home

I spend enough time there
so that the atmosphere in this deepest valley becomes pleasant again

pleasant cool to stay there

enough time to meditate
also to pray there

the deepest valley of my home,
home is my beating heart

the atmosphere is now pleasant

such is the state in the deepest valley of my home

my home is my beating heart

God is waiting for me with sorrow
He will have the right atmosphere tomorrow,

in His way
so not today....

© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Wednesday 16 Sep 2020