Walking

I'm walking on this road in the dark, through the night

And I keep on walking straight, while I'm waiting for the light,

Toward something I'm not sure of, yet a thing I trust to be-

A solid rock, a fortress, and a place of rest and peace.

My shoes are worn and dirty, and my clothes have turned to rags.

The wind it blows against me, making heavy all the bags

That are loaded on my back, that are swinging by my sides-

The burdens that I've carried for all these many miles.

Suddenly I stop, another step I cannot take;

The journey seems so hard, becomes one I cannot make.

A weary traveler does not rest, even when they stop

For holding on to heavy loads that stubbornly won't drop.

I feel the tears slide down my face, they fall of their own will

And though I can no longer move, I want the journey still.

A voice calls out,"You're not alone, you never were, my dear,

For I am right beside you, and I always have been here."

A hand picks up my chin, and then takes the bags from me,

"Let me have those burdens, for you are weak and weary.

There's no offense in these my words, for it's a truth you know."

He gestures then says kindly,"You think that these must go

With you on your journey, you have determined it to be.

But all the things that weigh you down are unnecessary."

I notice that the night is turning from its darkness to the pale

And lovely glow that comes just before the sun sets sail

Across the sky, a glorious ship, beginning each new day.

And I realize how long it's been since I have seen its rays

Or felt its warmth and reveled in the glory of its face.

But now I stand enjoying golden light in every place!

It slowly fills the world with bright and radiant beams

Lighting up the treetops and glistening in the streams.

The dirt and dust from traveling a long and rocky path

Are gone and now I am as clean as if I'd had a bath.

I wear new clothes that are not mine, they have replaced the rags,

And I can stand up easily without the heavy bags.

Without my load I notice that my shoulders are not sore.

I look at Him, and smile; I take a step and then one more.

But I know that there is something that I do not understand,

A mystery I can accept because I hold His hand.

Though I take the steps and walk the road that now is light

I am carried in the arms of the One who chased away the night.

Walking over rocks was toilsome; now the journey has become

One of rest and peace, while walking with the Rock, the Son.

Comments

[speakingfromthecrib dot com]

that was beautiful - you are truly gifted

[Lissa]

beautiful post and truly the walk he's taken me on these last 5 months! Lovely!

[Mindee@ourfrontdoor]

Wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing it. :)

[Kate @ Bliss and That]

Beautiful, beautiful words... I love it.

So glad you stumbled on my blog! Your family is beautiful... Here's to more rest from this mama to you! :)

[Christina]

Thank you all for your sweet words...