Remembrance of the sullen days gone by,
endlessly streaming down the wounded paths of my mind,
and I still seek to marvel, to dream the broken dreams
and make myself wonder why.
I see the numberless efforts of goodness gone dry,
the faithless aspirations of the future gone dim,
the quick fading of my beating heart...gone.
And never once-never once-did I begin to notice
the wondrous miracles He has done for me.
But I still grieve, in solitude.

While great sorrows and endless pains demolish my worth,
the rustle of the white feathers seems inevitably drawing near,
And I look in the distance...
Over the broad horizon, the verdant grass catching my fall
and I run to the distant heavens
searching, awaiting...
And I see Him there...searching, awaiting,
then instilling me with hopeful waters galore,
lighting my dismal darkened skies,
making me as a child, taking in a first breath.
And I see the light...
I am free.

09/01/2000

Posted on 06/23/2005
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