I will rise to the sky and not look down.
I feel free, I feel light, as I float to heaven above. What has happened? Why do they cry? I’ve been liberated, my incarceration is over. my blessings are many. Do not feel sad, do not fear my fate, for that has revealed itself, and now I am safe. For I’ve seen the Valley of the Lord, and it is there I suffer no more. It is there in the glorious sun-soaked-green fields that I find my soul, resting in the breeze that wisps upon your cheek. It is me at peace. calming your heart, easing your mind, drying your tears. For I will rise to the sky, and waken in the Valley of the Lord. Mary Maurice
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AuthorMary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft. Archives
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