I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, September 6, 2013
Holding Hands
A Great Need
Out
Of a great need
We are all holding hands
And climbing.
Not loving is a letting go.
Listen,
The terrain around here
Is
Far too
Dangerous
For
That.
Hafiz
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Ah, life
It can be difficult
There are wars and rumors of wars
There is addiction
And illness
Amazing, loving people get cancer
Children die in car wrecks
Lord
I cannot do this life alone!
I cannot
The ground is too rough
The dangers too profound
I need something
Someone
To cling to
I am like a little child
Just learning to walk
Who finds itself on rough ground
And reaches blindly
Frantically for its mother
I need that hand
That reaches down
And holds tight
Keeping me
On my feet
Thank you Lord for the hands
The many hands that grab mine
For family and friends
Thank you for the people who will not let me go
When I stumble
But hang on
Desperately
And keep me going
In spite of life
In spite of myself
And thank you Lord
For that hand that is always there
And will not let me go
Thank you
For your love
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