Wicked is the world among us,
shattered are the souls of today,
dissolutions of tomorrow's road,
the price highly paid;


Outrage builds within the clouds.,
followed by the lightening of pain,
disturbing thunder catches hold,
as does the tormenting rain;


Nightmares found reality,
life a series of plays,
choice of direction plain,
steps kept to a better way;


divine guidance in our footing,
destinations quite unknown,
trusting in the light above,
we never walk alone;


obstacles bare character within,
testing one's heart at hand,
upon the path of happiness,
many bricks made of sand.


Margaret M. Ryder
copyright 6-98
copyright 98.
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