The Valley Of Depression
Life is a series of valleys and peaks;
nothing ever stays the same;
sometimes it’s like the Master speaks;
whispering that I am to blame.
Just as the ocean tides ebb; then flow;
destiny doesn’t care who we are;
valleys are in life, to help us to grow;
tho they sometimes seem bizarre.
The mountains, in life, gain our attention;
while life’s valleys receive our scorn;
depression exists in a separate dimension;
tho its path seems very well-worn.
Once we’ve reached the depths of the valley;
it feels like quicksand; we’re in;
instead of merely sinking; all must rally;
for, only then; can change begin.
All of life’s kings must face depression;
feeling that their soul would drown;
evils are conquered by honest confession;
only the meek; are destined for a crown.
Pride makes us feel we’ve reached the summit;
with no place else we can climb;
due to our pride; we’re destined to plummet;
our mountain top left behind.
Faith in God, is the eternal connection;
that which creates what is to be;
the valley is merely a false reflection;
and, that truth shall set us free.
Monty 3/17/24. # 2,048