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.

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