a road filled with thorns and thistles
no, i don't want to backtrack
i look ahead
it's too far, beyond reach
i pause
my feeble feet
they are too heavy to carry on
weariness overcomes me
darkness illuding me
i cry and i cry
where are you, Lord?
i don't understand
the unpleasant journey
the uninvited gift of pain
the unwanted place of waiting
yet the safest place
where i taste Your familiar touch again
deep calls to deep
no utterance of words
if there is one
TRUST it is.
