Valley of Achor

desert of trouble

buried in rubble

pull me out

pull me up

away from the wild

well watered

away from the war

well waged

away from the wind

protected and planted

stable and strong

no longer lost


blown or thrown

rooted and ready

secure and steady

take what I have

hold my hand

lead me out

lead me up

where light beams



on the door

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