At first, a whisper - then a thunderous sound;
It seems to me, I'm breaking new ground.
Absorbed in my doings, new ventures unfold.
Destiny awaits, fresh chapters will be told.
Illuminating a heart, that once, was weary;
Harboring days - some quite dreary
Weights that were searing,
Seem now, to be steering.
What fabric was woven into those connections?
What structures formed, merging reflections?
While seeds may have blown, revived ones will be sown.
Steady, anchored, my face tipped toward the sun
The wind in my path, new pastures: how fun!
Further ground to plow, things God will allow.
Skyscrapers no more -- the desert, my floor.
The journey ongoing, I'm ready for more;
In fact... I'm so close, that I'm about out the door.
Ride on, I say. Ride on.
© Silent Mornings