~I would like to dedicate my poem to all Light Workers~
~THE LIGHT WORKER'S WAY~
Our roads entwine,
We make our way.
We wait upon
The breaking day
For His work, not yours,
Or mine.
We must only wait
To see
The reason for life's
Destiny.
But no one walks the road
Alone;
For His hand, yours and mine
Will lead us to where we
Belong.
Just wait awhile and
You'll see the gifts.
For if your eyes will seek,
They'll surely find
A wanderer
Who needs your help
And mine.
By Dorothy Rowatt (2004)
Copyright © Dorothy Rowatt
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