If A Promise
I feel the print of steps I've chosen
A bridge that seeks my God
A path of thorns and thickets forming
Reveals a worn facade
The road can muddy within a flash
'Till feet might weigh a ton
Is the promised land before me now
And God I am your son
While legs grow sore and knees are aching
A thirsting burns my throat
Elusive answers upon the tongue
I swallow words that choke
A million angels will bare a salve
For untold, unknown sin
The darkened sky a looming struggle
Fight demons from within
A brilliant light feeds promised hunger
'Gainst fury of a storm
Countless sighs in timeless breathing
The load that life has borne
Copyright SGW 2007
That is fantastic! Saying it aloud gives a hypnotic effect.
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I have fixed your entry at the Soup to Nuts Progressive Dinner first course.
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Thanks, Scott, for taking part in the Progressive Dinner and for being a part of PWB.
Bye
Sara
Thank you, Sara. The best part is that I am still unsure what it is about!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem just in time for Ash Wednesday and Lent. Thanks for sharing.
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