My heart cringes while longing for meadows,
But in an icy storm it froze,
Who was it hiding from I wonder?
But with Amazing Grace a Spirit still chose,
To move beside me even though,
I was cast within the throes of shadows.
Anger rises as I realize that I was born as light,
But there were many lies surrounding my birthright,
Twisting thorny chains around my heart’s eyesight.
Trapping me in a bog of despairing plight,
Obscuring my sight from a nature so bright.
But then I heard a Spirit’s sound,
And I discovered that I was finally found.
A giant so big with a voice so small,
Breathing gently beside me,
With my every footfall.
Encouraging me to crawl over the wastelands,
Beyond Defeat’s illusionary high walls.
© M. Keith Sartin, Jr.