Thursday, March 5, 2015

Walking Through the Waters

I stood beside a river's edge
In sacred, holy night
There watching moon's reflected face
In shimmered visage bright.

It lit my pathway here beyond
My stunted, harrowed way
Accessing life and peace abroad
Inciting tongue to say

In all the hope of blighted dreams
"Here is a pathway shown!
Where water stood before my feet
I'm here no more alone!"

For there before my watchful gaze
The churning river ceased
Allowing me a path of dry
Beloved, hallowed peace.

I walked ahead through tempest hushed
On through the decreed course
That God above had made for me -
Great peace from deep remorse.

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