It was cold, and…
the ‘coat’ that she was wearing
Was not doing the job of protecting
from mist and wind…tearing
She shivered as she walked alone…
kicking the debris cast out of her way
Things weren’t getting better, but worse
and…it was growing late in the day
With no one to turn to who understood…
aimlessly…she muttered as she meandered on
Finding no help from none…anywhere…
the road ahead was foreboding and long
Then, just ahead she spied…A Rock…
A Large Solid Rock, much higher than her
She thought to make a detour …
but, from within…a stir
Wanting to dismiss her feelings, but still…
drawing nearer…she felt the urge to climb
Why…? at least once, we all…
meet…The Solid Rock…who inclines
Yet, though her desire was there
she had no idea where to begin…
Until…from her blue, came a…light…
revealing the makings of steps…trim ?
Visible ‘indentations’…etched over time
not made by hand but… previous feet…
lessened her hesitancy and she ventured…
leaving path of broken street
To where would this lead her…?
clueless…she began to ascend
Without haste, upward, one…at a time
she found no need to pretend
The elements did not change at all
however, from The Rock’s position…
She was shielded and…memory knocked…
recalling…past petitions
Here and there…were found deep crevices
where she could stop and rest
Thus, drawing herself even further within
the harsh weather’s range couldn’t beset
In the warmth of safety, she found…
fresh water, at certain places… dripped
Where small vines of fruit were discovered…
which nourished…strengthening her grip
She grew…scaling The Rock’s foundation…
the more height attained…the better she felt
In air of its benevolence and comfort…
which began to be appreciated…she duly dwelt
At certain times she was given…
just a glimpse…of The Rock’s pinnacle
Whereby it reached…well into the clouds…
mirroring a…gold tabernacle
Her Trust… fanned considerably
and though unspoken …she knew
She was not prohibited or chained…
she could descend…if ever she wanted to
But now looking up to Him who was her refuge…
she had no intention of turning around
He was her Fortress and Buckler…The Solid Rock…
and she, now in love …was heaven bound
Ps 61:1-2, Ps 18:2, 1Corn 10:4
©Jmsbell5/17/2023
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Peace comes from accepting you can't please everyone and just going along as you are, a little imperfect, a little flawed, but usually trying your best to be generous, open and kind, and solid as a rock.
Regis. 🙏🌸✝
You reminded me of two things. The old hymn that I often sing for fun, Rock of Ages. And my youth when we would picnic on glacier created Rib Mountain. On top of the mountain in the picnic area, there were many large boulders that the glacier had left there. I would eat quickly so that I could climb and stand on the top of as many of those boulders I could. It was also pleasing just to stand on the top of the highest place on the mountain.
Martin Luther King got there, and so will I if I keep climbing.
Ron