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Rachel’s Hope Left out in the cold, young yet feeling so old. Not proud of the choices made, now the price is paid. Looking for love in all the wrong places; now forced to run all of life’s races. Joy of life moving inside, show and tell, nowhere to hide. Where to run, where to go, off in the distance does a light glow. `Tis a lighthouse in the midst of this storm; drawing closer, note it’s age old form. Once inside, letting go of all pride. A shelter from the storm as the joy of life inside does form. Finding a place of mediation; going through the process of great decision. Time passing by with the tick of a clock; finding one’s self in the cleft of the rock. A presence that gives a ray of hope; grabbing hold of it tightly like a rope. Like the beauty of a flying dove a name has been given to the lighthouse from heaven above. It’s called Rachel’s Hope. © Dee Sturgis 2010
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