Mountains surround me with splendor
Caressing my soul with comforting strength,
Beckoning escape from this journey’s chaos.
Inaudible courage penetrating my bosom of anguish
Causing desire and hope to tip toe from the abyss within.
The dark night of the soul sees flashes of lightening and feels the rumble of thunder awakening
A tender shoot of growth stretching toward the light.
Annette Padgett
July 15, 2016
A Net of Hope 