Poem: Yesterdays

Yesterdays stretch like endless roads,
Winding through the heart’s abodes,
Where echoes of the laughter stay,
And shadows dance in soft display.

In quiet corners, moments rest,
Cradled close within the chest,
A tapestry of joy and pain,
Sunlit hours and gentle rain.

The smell of earth after the rain,
The whispered songs of windowpanes,
The scent of books, old photographs,
The fleeting touch of distant laughs.

Each yesterday, a folded page,
A story penned through time and age,
Of hopes that soared on fragile wings,
Of broken vows and secret things.

The hands that held, the hands that let go,
The seeds we planted long ago,
Sprouting dreams beneath the stars,
Wounded hearts and battle scars.

Yet in those yesterdays, I find,
A quiet strength that’s intertwined,
With every step I take today,
Guided gently on my way.

So let the past unfold and gleam,
A river flowing through a dream,
For yesterdays, though gone from sight,
Are lanterns glowing in the night.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie