God holds his grace ever so gently about our
small fragile shoulders
we unknowingly walk about with such coats of
promise upon us that we can't even begin to
describe such cloth
a mirror's edge of mercy awaits us
seeming small to the human mind
but vastly great to the spirit's eye
so very precious is our short journey
seeming pointless at many turns
yet we look at things through such a narrow
and flawed scope
in our darkest afflictions
always it shall be our faith that saves us
like a toddler fresh on its wobbly feet
always I am curiously taking one faltering
step towards the loving open arms of my awaiting
father...........
(written June 26,2005 10pm)
Beautiful piece.