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For Spiritual Thursday, we are writing about our little words. Today is dedicated to Justin’s word for 2016, Faith. This winter I’ve had a few physical trials that have been frustrating to say the least, but not life threatening. I know I will heal. Sometimes faith is hard. Sometimes faith forsakes. Faith challenges.
Bayou reflection, January.
by Margaret Simon
Only in winter
with a certain slant of light
a forest reflection
mirrors a standing of trees.My eye draws a straight line
up from earth
down to water, this perfect line
dissolves as the sun rises higher.Yet, I am still standing.
I plant my feet into the earth,
walk a muddy path
holding bare arms out
to catch the wind.I want to feel your breath
on my skin, Lord. Know you are
with me in all things.
Take hold of my hand.
Whisper all will be well.
All will be well.–Margaret Simon
Reflections on the Teche 
Your lines:
“Whisper all will be well.
All will be well.”
I once heard this whispered to me a few days before an operation, and the fears and doubts melted away. And all was well.
This is a gorgeous poem that speaks to faith so well. BTW: a beautiful reflection photo. I love those!
I commented on your comment over at Holly’s, too. I’m praying for your healing.
I’ve experienced this sense of peace too. Thanks.
All will be well. Makes me think of Pa in Little House on the Prairie: All’s well that end’s well. Thank you for sharing this photo and your poem… wishing you health and healing, Margaret! xo
Hi, I echo everyone else. I am praying for your healing too in Jesus’s name. All will be well in Him. Thank for your faith, beautiful picture, and poem.
Knowing we’re not alone is such a comfort. As someone who has had more good health than bad, I relate to your discomfort and unease when all is not well. Yours is a comforting message for yourself and us. Thanks!
Margaret, whisper all will be well-our request-His universal promise of faith. Beautiful reflection. I hope you will be well soon. Tailbone injuries are nasty.
What a beautiful poem and photo. Both capture a little sense of melancholy; however, the overall message is hope.
A beautiful poem, Margaret. Reminds me of that old hymn, It is well with my soul. There’s are some lovely modern versions out there lately, too.
That hymn must have been in my subconscious.