Filling His Steps
We never take the journey alone if we allow him to carry us.
I walked behind him along the beach
trying to fill his steps with my footprints.
He was dressed like a peasant or fisherman
not like a rich sheik unworthy to follow his steps.
I tried to keep up with his stride in the
journey we now embarked upon but, after awhile
in a weak plea, I asked him to halt and allow
me catch-up to him.
He turned and looked at me as I explained,
how difficult it was to keep up and fill his steps.
He lifted me into his outstretched arms
and turned to complete the journey.
Smiling at me, he said you could never fill
my steps for it is I that lifted the burden of this journey
and I will carry you to the end.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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