By Gene Black

Here with my faith I stand in a valley
Surrounded by fear, my losses I tally.
Fear, I have little.
I feel a strong hand.
My soul reaches out grasping, hoping.
Admiring the wonder, I travel this land.
I seek truth in beauty, my path upward sloping.
Herewith, content I will be, and yet I still seek
The wonder of wonders, a Holy mystique

Words and Image by Gene Black. All Rights Reserved.

3 comments: said...

This painting and poem is so beautiful and touching. I just love it.

Virginia Wieringa said...

Just the beautiful image and words I needed today!

laurel said...

Both the words and the artwork speak to my heart.