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Valleys Of Peace 07/25/2017
I am jealous of the past that grows dim, jealous of the birds singing on a limb when I can't hear the song they sing, or see the face of yesterday a memory brings. I am jealous of the earth under my childhood's feet, walking on other ground not near as sweet. I am jealous when I miss the home that once was mine, living in another not near as fine. I am jealous of the mountains I don't see anymore, the ones that were just outside our childhood's door. I am jealous of the valleys that shouted peace, of the town with lights glowing on every street. I am jealous of the visits to friends and family, the hours and miles of travel so free. I am jealous of just being where life began, not needing a destination or any other plan. I was jealous of the God that others knew so well, not realizing He was right outside my crumbling shell. No longer jealous of those that have always walked with me, seeing the same Savior that came for all to see. Matthew 6:33 "But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides. Susan Hebert Ajaz copyright 7/25/2017 poetrypublisher.com/sajaz
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