a short walk

May 28, 2006

on the sixth day
given new form
life was born

created from dust
never learned to trust
now, we must

needing to know
longing for the answer
behind the great curtain

afraid to knock
stand at love's door
walk through the flames

saltation of life
into the abyss
into love's unseen hand

immersed and alive
wake to perfect light
walk the new path

turn around and look
afraid to walk on
duality of flesh

another lends a hand
learn to lean on me
we trudge on today

new sights to see
lessons continue
kindred spirits, walk on

Type: Poetry

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