Sunday, January 1, 2017

Fog

When cannot see what lie ahead
fearful fog where none doth tread
groping hands beyond the touch
grasping mist and drippings much

Where doth it lead
where doth it go
uncharted path
that wrench' my soul

Unending trails obscurity
my restless spirit lacks for peace
no map nor guide
nor things foreseen

Where faith n'er trod
provisioned sod
nor journey planned
for heart of man

These anxious fears uneasy ways
ob'lescence learned
and battered gains

The slippery loss
the grinding steps
unstable feet 'pon shattered mess

The wobbling totter
bouncing back
retreat again and forging track

Where none doth tread o're daunting fear
nor place arrest of simple steer
when feelings 'bove the normal states
the nervous sounds the empty traits
Who'll be there
will none go 'fore
anticipate the steps I'll forge
regulation assimilation
reticent miscegenation

The dreaded steps that forge ahead
the ret'cent marks I left behind

No rest for those upon this path
tis trust alone progression hath
reach forth thine hand and let Him lead
for He sees that t'will soon be seen

Reach forth thy hand
place thine in mine
Let me direct
where thou art blind”

Put trust in He
you cannot see
for when He leads
soul rests in peace




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