Friday, May 29, 2009

I feel like a lone traveler
until someone catches me
when I stumble

I've been watching my own feet
unaware that you are here
right here
walking along with me

Holding me up
with words written on a page
But more than that

A strong arm
A cup of cold water
A song by a campfire
Bread for strength

And we get up, walk on
Facing forward
Watching not my feet
but on the lookout for those who are weary


Lynne June 15, 2009 at 11:07 PM  

May the father of all our hearts hold you cloase at this time, as you taste both the tears and the glory

Milly June 16, 2009 at 6:42 PM  

Praying for you and wishing you peace