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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 © | Year Posted 2007

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