My Pilgrimage

I am but a poor, weak, and weary
Traveler following onward the Way,
As I journey a hard and a wonderful path
Joyfully towards an Eternal Song
Where I will at last and forever Belong.

A sinner, a wife, a sister, a friend,
Ah, how I wish I were better!
And yet, in His Grace, God is
Leading me on, that I might be
Ready to join in the Song
That will one day be sung by the
Beautiful Throng, in that
Wonderful City where wrongs
Will be Righted, and Love will
Abide all the day long, in that
Awesome and Glorious Presence.

I am but a Pilgrim, one of the
Many, that follow God's Way on a
Path that is Narrow and Straight;
Yearning to show that God's Truth
Carries on, in the World that is
Crooked and Flawed by Disgrace
From the Ones who were Made
To Serve and to Rule over all
Our Creator has Made.

I am only a woman, seeking to know
What I might do in this world till
I go, to my Wonderful Gracious
And Lovingly Kind, Father and Master,
And Savior and Lord, with the Help
of the One who resides in my Soul;
Until the day that I bow at the Throne
Of the Magnificent One Who is King.

Oh Father, who loves me, that I might
Be one who follows the Way of Your Light!
Help me to honor and love you much more,
Than I yet have remembered to do before!

Cause me to become more and more
Like the One, who came in the likeness
Of those you created, in order that We
Might know Grace that is Given,
By the Cherished Work that is Done.

Wandering

I wander on uncertain roads,
Upon a certain path.
And where I wander who can say?
Until I wander back.

I ponder on a certain thought,
And wonder where it goes.
Is there a graveyard somewhere close,
Where buried thoughts can go?

Do they become the fodder for
The better thoughts that come?
Or do they lie there, waiting,
Till their bones, to dust have gone?

I think that they wait for
A thought, to blossom more,
And give its roots the nourishment,
To bring up half a score.

And thought on thought,
And wave on wave, from the mind
Begin to soar; Until the mind
No longer waits for oceans at the door.

And then the mind, it launches out
Upon a sea so green. Until it
Finds another thought that
Waits beyond the sea.

On a Quote

I read a book by an author of note,
Who wrote in a different time.
She said we are there to define the earth,
To give it a wisdom and lore.

I ponder on this and how we now live,
And wonder what happened through time,
And how it can be that we live apart
From the earth and the way that we are.

We were made for work,
To work the land,
To govern the seasons and times.
Yet, now, we are far from the
Way we were made
And live in uncomfortable grace.

And we feel the distance
From what we were made
To be in a perfect place.

And perfection, once lost,
Cannot be regained...
Except by The ONE
The Most High.

On a Sunset

Big bright sun is lying low,
Wet sand glistens in the glow,
And I want to hold it all alone
With my flesh and with my bone.

Clutching my pen I try to write,
To influence a coming night.
Only worries and care come through,
Until I turn and look to you.

You hold me fast, so I can roam,
And where I go, I am not alone.
I have no cares you cannot conceive,
I must always and only believe.

Thoughts on a Wave

Roar and crash on the sand
You wave, roar in the
Black of the night.

We, on the land will
Listen to you, as you
Crash, you changing tide.

What do you see on your
Long, cold journey?
Until you here arrive?

On a land that is warm
Or a cold, cold shore
On a beach that is alive?

What goes on in this world,
You wave, that have traveled
Through days and nights?

What have you seen, can
You tell me now, wave,
What is in the night?

I know the truth,that wave and I,
Know the reason for the night
And who holds the key to the heart of
The world in the depths of the
Glistening tides.

Reflections from Childhood

I used to sit
Beneath the magnolia tree
In my mother's garden.
I remember the pale cream,
The big blossoms with the
Rosy, sunset highlights at the center.

One day as I sat there, thinking,
Wondering about the blossoms and
Their strange, uncertain, fragrance,
A creamy petal fell next to my hand.

It lay there, beautiful but still,
Like some forlorn and delicate corpse
Too soon released from life, too young.
And I wondered at a thought within my mind.

"God knows it lies there, it does not
Fall without his knowledge, or plan."
And then I knew. It is his creation,
Part of his plan, and I was comforted.

Looking back on that time and place,
I know He holds my heart, and knows
Each need, each plan and desire.
He will lead me where my life will
Bring him honor, will make me like his Son.

He speaks to me from his word,
"Be content to serve, Content to walk
Upon the road I give you."
He is leading me, readying me to be light.

So here I stand, a woman.
Knowing there is struggle and Pain that
Suffering and sorrow mark the road ahead.
And I am confident, I will not back down
Because God holds me here, firm in Christ.
He has placed me where I am, to shine.

Where?

Tell me where do
We go when we die?
Where is the day-break
in the night sky?

Tell me the truth,
When do we see
The purpose in losing
The things we think
Make us free?

For those who believe
Death is the start
Not the end. It is
The dawn in the
Night of a friend.

In losing this world
We are free to be,
Having a purpose
In Christ we are free.