My mind was as in a
plain, so barren.
The mountaintop seemed unreachable
shadows made it worse,
Not until I saw the light of
the moon as an angel.
Did I realise my perspective
of life was like a clouded glass.

In the morning, I saw
a plane fly high over the
mountaintop.
The shadows were no more.
For God had lifted my spirit
and lightened my heart,
so much so that I no longer saw
my life in a half-empty glass.

Joyce Gale©
2000-2005©
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