Thread Of Faith

Mountains so high soar heavenward blocking the eternal sky.

Paths traversed fraught with danger suddenly without reason appears.

Faith is woven so fine hangs and from a single gold strand.

Yet of these battles, many are they that vex sore the spirit of simple man.

For of this whisper on the lips of eternity are we.

Frail; tiny little creatures set sail on a temporal sea.

Petty disagreements in life steal the most precious element… time.

Never saying I love you enough; it’s always less heart and more mind.

Days come now and days; and oh the days so quickly go.

Years steal their way to decades and then…and then.

Uphill struggles mount continuously throughout; limbs and heart tire of the climb.

So many are the toils and snares; so much heartache that abounds.

Oh weary grows the spirit; yet still, even still in faith one is found.

For the eyes are cast not on the valley floor of oh so many years below.

Eyes look now beyond the danger; focusing beyond an unseen sky.

Hope and trust; they take a beating along this courageous way.

Yet the closer we get to our destination; brighter the thread of faith, more golden the day.

J. Allen Wilson © 6/5/08