What’s Shape By: Irean V. Hughes
(written for ESWKY staff by a family member of someone who receives services in 2012)
Gold is shaped by force, Crystal by fire.
Buttes by wind and rain,
Rivers by water and force.
Mountains by the unknown actions of the inner earth.
The heaviness of the load, stoops my shoulders.
There is no relief…
The tears like centuries stand at readiness,
O Lord, Where is the laughter?
My will at times, stood near the open door.
Desiring to flee…
But determination held onto its tattered coat tail,
While wresting with anxiety and depression.
O Lord, Where is the peace?
Understanding seemed to elude me,
As the unjustice camped around my door.
Trying to wrest away joy.
The roll call of the drum summons hope,
Even as the whirlwind of disappointment dances,
Somehow, hope is never wounded.
Oh God!! You remembered me!!
You alone saw my dilemma.
You allowed my life’s pathway to be paved with earths angels. They truly are….
They were never strangers to me and my crew.
Lisa, Kylie, Andrea, David, Don…..
And the whole content of earth’s angels in the earthly building.
Thank you my Lord for allowing me to see and feel the goodness of people making memories…Good Memories for the future of so many people.
THANK YOU EASTER SEALS!!
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