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Solo Journey

I followed a stream, beginning on a mountain top
     that turned into a cascading fall, flowing down on sun beaten rocks,
My gaze was drawn into a mist of beautiful hues –
    memorized, I walked without thought of where the stream was leading to.

So down and down I went my way
     then suddenly the sky looked very gray,
With no knowledge of where I was going
     I walked on – day to day.

Then the sky became a frightening black
     but there was no way of turning back.
The gentle breeze was now a frightful wind,
      I felt as a stranger in desperate need of a friend.

I was one – and I was alone
     and was caught walking, isolated, and unknown.
Hopeless was I, and drowning in fear,
     I pleaded for someone “get me out of here!”

Then the wind died down to a quiet breeze
     which softly fluttered and swayed the trees.
The sky overhead became very light, 
     and the rays of the sun made everything so bright.

As I followed the path down along the stream
     I felt as I was walking a dream;
there it was, the mouth of the sea –
    is it here that I could walk into eternity?

{This poem was written before I became a believer in Jesus Christ.}

Jn 17:3 And this is eternal life, that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.

Mt 11:28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

Joh 3:3  Jesus answered and said to him, "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God."

Copyright © Cyndi Cegalis | Year Posted 2020

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