Truth - by Caroline

Amidst the grass, of an open field,
Stands a cross, a steady Shield.
Adorned with love and faith and trust,
Never will this Stronghold rust.

Among the mountains strong and true,
There rests a stone, both old a new.
This miraculous Truth, so concrete,
Is a steady Path to guide my feet.

Through the clouds, a Light shines down,
Revealing hope for miles around.
A leap of faith is all it takes,
To enter the Kingdom that never shakes.

hang on to your dreams

dreams,
only last so long,
before they shatter,
taking with the remains,
so many
h
o
p
e
s
.
although uncertain,
don't fully release them,
for given time,
and much faith,
things can
c
h
a
n
g
e
.
the destruction
of dreams
can result,
in a beautiful
emergence,
a new essence
called,
r
e
a
l
i
t
y
.