In the far-flung part of the world
We had to cross the seas and lands
We had to endure the storms coming
You were there, so far away, unreachable
Hard to communicate, different opinions
Displeased one another even not purposefully
Caused pain in the heart and soul, crushed
Over the mountains, through seven seas
Endured the pain, winter, spring, autumn
Summer came, was there a flicker of hope?
Did we overcome the hurdles, the storm?
We should know when we ran out of excuses
When the flames died down and a white flag was up
We had to accept… at last we are free!
Other “overcome” posts:
https://naamayehuda.com/2017/09/09/overcome/ by Na’ama Yehuda
After the Honeymoon