Tired feet
Crowded streets
Beating sun
Silent Apprehension
Dusty eyes
Too much to cry
Aching back
Danger lurks
Feel alone
This isn’t home
No room
No place to go
Scratchy hay
God seems far away
What will the night bring?
On the outside looking in
The darkness hovers like a blanket
Making me shiver inside
I sit on a hilltop far away
Alone with my dreams
The sheep are scattered
They cannot see me
The night is silent and heavy
Pregnant with a desperate kind of expectation
Like my land
Which cries out for rescue
My feet know well its rifts and scars
It longs to be remembered
I feel it in my bones
The night is long
When will morning come?
Driven by their fixation on a constellation
Weary wonderers plod on, plod on
Tread ahead
Don’t look back don’t look back now
We’ve come to far to turn back now
Wonderers wonder if they are insane
Pilgrims ponder if they’re half crazed
Half dazed by mirages playing out on the horizon
Fooling their imaginations
Sometimes they fear that there is nothing there.
Nothing there.
And we wait. We wait. We wait. Soul longing, heart hoping. …Aching.
Something stirs.
And then, and then and then….
A match was struck,
Phew! At once the darkness scatters out of reach.
The clouds part again. There. Stars. Pin pricks of hope in the velvety depths, mapping direction upon seemingly endless dark in which I’d lose myself.
Lighthouse shines out, a beacon of hope in the storm.
The heavens open. Glory hallelujah! All the broken land bathed in healing light.
The tips of jagged rocks turn pink as they catch the sun’s first rays of a new day. Transformed from signs of threat to signs of promise.
A NEW DAY A NEW DAY A NEW DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Night is over. Darkness has lost its power. Awake my soul, A new day! Suddenly I can see. see I am not alone.
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