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

2 comments:

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