The Other Side

The other side

I dare not go,

Things may hide

Perhaps a foe.

Many things,

That foe could be,

Perhaps a ghost

Beyond the tree.

But likely not a foe is he

Just memories that tend to drift

Outside our borders,

Unwanted rifts.

Fears these memories awaken

May cause hesitation

But there is no mistaken

 Faith can give affirmation

That our souls are not forsaken.

copyright Robyn Graham

The Other Side

The Other Side