inside we sometimes feel like

a worn-down fragile road

that has been crumbled under

the foot of unforgiveness--



particles of our dented faith

are left for dust that

once again collect in

corners of our reason to be,

and we question our purpose;



inside we sometimes feel

like we will be emulsified by

the heat of trials by fire

that cannot be contained,

and the backdraft of guilt

spreads thru joint and marrow,

literally eating up the last

of our worth;



but when we are made to

feel the heat of the pressure

that seeks to break us

into pieces of sand

it is then that the Spirit of God

rains down dewdrops to smooth

down the treadmarks,

leads us down the road

into serenity's valley of changes

we cannot control, and challenges us

to recollect our thoughts,

rebuild our foundation of faith,

and like David, be restored.


© 2004 by cynth'ya lewis reed