Resting Place
Sometimes the road of life seems long
as we travel through many years.
with a heart hurting but trong,
eyes brimming with war tears.
We falter in our weariness
and sink beside the way
but God leans down and whispers
"Child, there will be another day"-
and the road grows smoother
much easier to handle and face
So do not be dishearted
this is only a "resting place."
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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