Fallen, never to rise again
so was the thought
though cut off from the root
it’s spread all around the forest
The roots are still alive,
at the scent of water
magic is in the uprising.
Though fallen, still I rise.
Surrounded by these great witnesses
standing side by side
earth’s fullness will prod through me
Yet again, this fallen soul will rise again
They keep watching over this broken soul
Hand in hand, side by side
There are angels all around
They are wherever you find me
Though fallen, still I rise.
Earth’s fullness prods me
Heaven’s faithfulness mirrored in me.
(c. OBA2018. All Rights Reserved.
‘Still I rise’… yes, I love that.
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Thanks Sue.
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Thanks so much, Sue. It is always a delight for me to participate in the Thursday Photo prompt. I appreciate you. hugs OBA
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