Like Echoes: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.
Like Fireflies:
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?
Like Dandelions:
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.
Like Moving:
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
