by Linda Coutts
Wandering, in dark wilderness
Virgin of grief and death
Raped,... my Shredded soul
My love, a wilting flower
My life, my world, my joy
Lost, in unknown Wilderness
wondering aimlessly
Ripped from my world
A precious part of we
Wilting flower
Wilting me
Searching, through the wilderness
Peace I could not see
Wilderness became a Grace
And Grace discovered me
Serenity, pains peace appeared
As I crawled along the way
Walking, through the wilderness
A perfect place to stay
i couldn't find my flower
In the place it use to be
But fields of colored flowers
In the wilderness with me
Rays of sunshine, light of moon
Stay with me today
lost within the wilderness
I discover when I pray
I can hold my flower
That I lost along the way
the end
From:
Linda Coutts
Last updated May 28, 2011