heading in my steps are leaden
the journey seems long
the end in sight
then lost again
desolation overtakes
then center found
communion shared
arms uplifted
knees strengthened
the reminder i am never lost from Abba's sight
the journey out
steps come quickly
like running down a hill
hands held by my father
the One who holds me dear
this journey of stone
a re-remembering ...
i am never ever alone.
Shadows, yes; but never darkness. That is the way it is with me, also. Even on a gray winter day, shadows. And yet their shapeshifting murkiness is precisely the indication of light's source. Thank you.
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