June 6, 2016




fabric wears out

wealth fades away

health is fleeting

friends sometimes fickle

fame as with fortune

is temporary at best


behind every joy

lies the shadow of fear

they will let down


happiness is not found

on earths frail foundations

rests on knowing all is well

no matter what transpires

not on what we hold

but on Who holds us


A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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