When Love Chose Me
When love chose me,
I was powerless to disobey.
It beckoned me to follow,
Though my steps would be in darkness.
I did not know its treacherous path,
The mountain I would climb.
Scaling past the stormy clouds,
To see clearly from its summit, the horizon.
When love chose me,
I stood by a wild river.
I knew that I must cross,
Knowing I could be swept away,
And lose myself forever.
But, I could not refuse my fate.
At last to reach the other side.
I could see the bank that I had been, barren.
When love chose me,
I was surviving in an oasis,
Surrounded by vast desert sand,
It called to me with its sweet song,
And my heart could not resist.
I faced my fear of hunger and thirst,
And the burning heat upon my flesh.
And I found the cool green meadow, abundance.
Copyright © Jeanne Berger | Year Posted 2007
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