Don’t Give Up
It was a dark and dreary day;
my feet just felt like lumps of clay.
My mind agog with many things
and all the care that worry brings.
My eyes were searching for inspiration;
a little spark to raise elation.
T’was then I saw a tiny flower
shine purple – bright with glorious power.
The tarmac hadn’t stopped its flight,
it pushed on through with all its might;
to smile at me and lift my face,
reminding me of God’s good grace.
To not give up when things seem bad;
to lift me up and make me glad;
to push on through the trial and sorrow,
t’will point me to a new tomorrow.
By Julia Salter, Bowral poet
Thank you, Julia! We are so lucky to have such a generous and inspiring community around us.