Thursday, July 25, 2013

Of Gates and God




The sun climbs high into the sky
The Unknown does not offer
A greater glimpse to he who trusts
Than to the brazen scoffer
Our fingers rest upon a staff
All we can do is follow
And trust the One who forms and fills
The Unknown's hidden hollow

© Janet Martin

This morning I had a sensation of lifting a latch to open a gate
I cannot predict the twists and turns of life that lie in wait
But all I know is He who goes before me knows the way
I bow my head and beg for trust before I touch this day.


1 comment:

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.