Though the valleys the shadows surround the stride with questions,
the Lord's Spirit prevails as a wind, speaking from His word,
echoes of scriptures, a choir of pure light, pass through the soul,
easing fears that the darkness curls around the heart
while wandering the depression of essence through trial of faith and steps
so far from the flame felt in His tabernacle.
How He calms the way, eyes given sight in the midst of the path,
that is traversed alone, but was first by others,
no detour assured by night, still the journey embraced to keep pace unto the end.
Then comes the tempest strain upon one's trust,
heat broils in its parched demands, withering the frail veil of hope,
a single grasp clings on to the tether of tomorrow,
holding one upright against the acrid passage through destitution.
Heaven's drops of empowerment come as rain upon the moment,
it soaks within as a pool, reviving with awareness
of how the anointing sleeps inside to shield with the help of God's hands
against any storm or challenge.
Standing in the same spot despair consumed earlier,
no longer seeing the pilgrimage as a hardship,
but the sojourn of spiritual enlightenment, each step a blessing instead of lament.
Gold trophy winner
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Wonderfully composed, this brought me a smile and warmness to heart,(you make this look easy) I very much enjoyed the lines here...
