Friday, February 8, 2013


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.

1 comment:

  1. 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.