Before the Trek
A path appeared where I had set my gaze.
It reached from distant times beneath the sun.
To travel it took all one’s earthly days,
and soon, I knew, my trek would be begun.
The Tidings Wind was echoing through trees -
those stalwart prophets fixed along the path.
Humanity was sounding in the breeze
their mingled cries of grief and joy and wrath.
Though barely could I grasp the nature of
the journey I would take, I felt the thrill
of leaving home, for Father told me love
would greet me there below with my free will.
I’d stumble, but I trusted Him to place
His signs to guide me back by light of Grace.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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