some days
gray spirit-clouds filter sunlight-
sudden soul-storm threatens-
obscures vision-
i cannot see the path-
grope to find You-
amidst chaos-
what?
where?
again?
haven't i been here before?
dim memory marks the place-
yet i stumble-
not the first time-
oh that it were the last!
yet even now-
i can see, faintly-
ray of light reminds-
yes, even in this-
You are here-
with me-
with us-
watching with eagerness-
Spirit Father loving Your children-
guiding-
waiting for each new step
in Your light-
encouraging growth
along the way-
the path we must learn to walk-
to You-
this i know-
gives hope-
gives purpose-
light in eyes
despite the clouds-
strength to try-
again...
Monday, November 2, 2009
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hmmmmmmmm. . .
ReplyDeletemy favorite part? 'not the first time-oh that it were the last!'
Thanks for sharing.