God's Path
Drops dance around,
speckling the ground.
This path I walk,
if only it could talk,
me,
full of fears,
treading on natures' tears
Relentless rain falling,
softly so.
I hear my calling,
is it me?
feeling so low?
Help me lord!
For you did hear my cry,
do not let me fall on my sword.
Let rain stop,
let me dry,
on this path I walk to the top
For, this hill is steep,
I am in my deep,
rain falling,
nature and I, both weep
I look back down,
puzzled frown,
for I see,
many footprints there be.
That's when i realised,
you walked,
you walked, with me
This path to the top,
I realise won't stop,
for accompanying the rain,
I walked with my pain
When I reached the peak,
rain evaporated,
pain dissipated
I find what I seek,
I feel elated.
No longer wet to the bone,
no longer weak
no longer alone
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006
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