Sometimes all it takes
is the kind words of a stranger
to help you rearrange your thoughts
Messages on the wire,
again, strange how they inspire
i can almost hear your voice
as the words echo in my ear
How is it you heard my cry,
how is it you took the time
to spend a little of you life
with this sad Pilgrim?
Always searching for some Truth,
this child-like man
the once angry youth
when i realize there is no proof of God
but for the hand you held out to me...
This poem is about a friend from Syria i have never met but pulled me out of a depression through kind words... not the title does not contain a typo, that is how she requested the word to be spelled... Thank you, Reem Na for your kind words and inspiration... peace
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