The_Cross

The Winter Wind

The Cross

Overlooking the valley,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
I often sit alone and dream,
As I watch the eagles fly.

I watch the gentle waterfall,
Cascading down the hill.
And wonder at the lights,
That twinkle upon each hill.

My mind's eye paint a picture,
Of the love that each house holds.
And the families safely sheltered there,
From a world oft times so cold.

And as the twilight deepens,
The skyline begins to fade gray.
My eyes are drawn to the cross,
Atop the mountain far away.

I often sit and wonder
Just who placed it there.
Perhaps a soul extending comfort,
Each passerby could share.

Many years later it's story came to me,
The cross was placed there by a father.
In memory of the child he lost.
It was his simple message to all,
When life's burdens get to heavy stop and
Look to the cross..

Credits

Border By Graffix of Eden

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