Striving to be seen. Yearned to be known.
Passed with hardly a glance. There are people in
this place; what do they do? They sit in past
thoughts, wondering what they missed, having
been
taught Your ways. Do these onlookers have ears?
Then why do they not hear? Do they also
have no eyes? Why then, do they not see? Tears
around every corner, written hollow
on a page. Do they not recognize me?
I stood before you, knowing who you are!
Yet, you look upon what I've made and flee.
Your trust is as far as the Northern Star.
Come and see what God has to offer you.
God has a plan, and He will see it through!
YOU ARE READING
There is hope
PoetryHi! My name is Leslie! These poems are based off of my life experiences, and my perspectives on certain topics; some were also high school assignments. These are some poems that I wrote, I hope that you like them. I don't add them very often, but wh...
