FOLD ON FOLD
I wish the path that I must take through life
Would not meander, fold on fold,
Or wander into dark and cold.
The struggle, startles, interrupts -- this strife
Is not the peaceful living I dreamed of!
But God is there e’en when strikes the knife;
Awe and wonder draw me, bold;
And yonder lies my truest gold.
Through rocks, thorns, and the abrupts – his way brings life;
Is not this the peaceful living I dreamed of?
(c) 2012 by Marilee Miller
This post is shared with L. L. Barkat and Laura Boggess