And the way is overcast and drear,
No light to clearly see the way,
The winding path, whilst there, creates a fear,
Where are You Lord, where are You?
‘My child, why do you fear the way I lead?
Though overcast and drear it seems,
Do you not know I lead the way,
And I will safely keep your steps, until you know
With certain hope that I am with you.
So, speak Lord, in the quiet glade,
Where leaves cast dancing shadows bright ,
And speak, Lord in the darker place,
When light is dim and uncertain steps are all my sight,
Speak, Lord, speak Your word to me.
‘Take time, my child, and learn of Me,
Allow yourself in this quiet space,
Although uncertain seems the way
Seek my face in the stillness of this quiet place,
For there I’m found .. be found of me.’
And at your voice the way ahead grows light,
And wider, safer, clearer seems the path,
A new perspective of your love I grasp,
That in the drear, the overcast, yet You are there
And it is Your heart that leads me through..
© Rosemary Raynes
Poem Written May 2012, during a walk in the woods
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