Artists and wanderers and warriors we go
Drawn to the turf of impending unknowns
Winding our way through life’s flowers and thorns
Reaching for Something within its mute flow
Faith is the substance of things we hope for
Hallowed evidence of the unseen
We cannot tarry in what once had been
From the horizon new mercies implore
…and onto the stepping-stone of gracious sod
Forward and upward and onward we climb
Artists and wanderers and warriors of Time
Reaching for something; ah, reaching for God
© Janet Martin
:)faith can do wonders
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