Steadfast by John Doriot
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| Image | Aaron Berden |
Steadfast
As I walk through placid woods,
Evil works destroy good.
Shadows grow within the light,
They always will; that’s why we fight.
It will win battles here or there,
With innocence, victim, when we don’t care.
But in these woods, I hold so dear,
I know that God will calm my fear.
Never will I forget to pray,
Or see the beauty in another day.
Camellia’s colors, a Lenten Rose,
A Daffodil, in stately pose.
Twisted trees and upright pines,
Provide to me, peace of mind.
My dog who walks, with me each day,
Shows me when I fall astray.
And with my eyes upon a wooded path,
My faith in God remains steadfast.
first appeared in From Sorrow to Tomorrow in 2022
© John Doriot
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| John Doriot |
| John Doriot is an award-winning author and poet. He has authored fifteen books and won six Georgia Independent Author of the Year Awards, of which two were for poetry collections. He has contributed poetry to WestWard Quarterly and Poems for Tomorrow. |
A beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing.
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