To a Troubled Teen
By Marcia K. Leaser
August 1, 2011
I stretched out my trembling hand. I could almost reach you. I came
so close... so terribly close, yet, I couldn't touch you.
I want to grab you and draw you close to me. To protect you
from all the pain of this world; to be a buffer from the reality of sorrow
and fear.
Since I cannot reach you with my hand, I'll reach you with my
pen, and pray, that somehow this simply written page of prose will
touch you when I cannot.
Trust in what God has instilled within you; the strength He
borne within your very soul.
Call on His name in moments of utter desperation - in times of
fear. Look beyond the rubble of life, and see the garden God has
placed within you: your dreams, your hopes… not the nightmares
that haunt you at night.
He is here in these words of love and warning.
Heed this letter He helped me form, as a spiritual bridge
between where I cannot reach, and you cannot grasp.
The love of God alone can lead you on this unknown journey
lying before you.
Hold firm... reach, believe; He lives within you.
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