The storm will rise
The sky will fall
And there you’ll be
Through it all.
You take my hand
Without demand
And lead us to
The promised land.
Through wind and rain
You whisper my name
And thunder booms her might
A lightning stike upon this night
Will mark the road in silver light.
For in this storm
You take the form
Of who you were born to be
A tower of strength
The leader of men
A warrior to set us free.
As the storm rises up
And starts moving on
The people will rejoice
For they are free, they have victory
And a warrior who claimed, his destiny.
(c) 2010 Maria Muir.
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Love this poem, Maria
I’m so glad that you are sharing these remarkable and very touching poems with us. Keep it up!
You are so creative. I admire you for that.
Plus, love the pic of the muscle-bound Warrior
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Hi Karen, Not sure if they fit in with the blog though but happy you like them
Nice poem M
You are your own warrior
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Nice. Really enjoyed – thanks.
Cheers
Will
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Thanks Will.
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