The Silent Street; My Distaste and My Delight

Far from sight I hear the sounds of mini birds chirping Yellow leaves blowing from the ground. The breeze, oh so peaceful! The lovely trees that shelter the summer rays, Sheltered me at night. The sun is in haste, clock in ahead of time The glittering of the twilight is enchanting Because... Dreams are made at dusk. I walk and walk albeit I bow my head to the ground; Thirsty, gasping and sweating... But ah, the dew drops, the green moist leaves Apparently Eased my bruised heel! Indeed the silent street is; my silent dreams my forgotten desire’s My heart has nothing to ask for Often numb by bruises, journeying through desert. Yet I owe this silent street of life. For that has enable me to embrace life as it arrived To tipped my hat with awe, To be at peace with nature and man And vent not my voice to curse but bless. One must walk through the silent street Because... The only Abled, I AM, walked that street; Carried the heavy wooden cross, Fulfilled the promise made. Then I must not bide my time to walk the silent street; Though it has its own distaste It's a lucid gold, my very own delight Because My thoughts will be prune My aim will no longer be narrow My life is not in vain You and I are treasured possession to Christ And our joy will not be hidden. Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker 27/09/2022