peace and aftermath

~peace~

Author of truth, love,
Father of all,
take my hand
and lead me through the darkness

forgive me my faltering steps--
I know I have big shoes to fill--

but fear pulls at me from every direction
making me wish I could see Your face
somewhere in this foreign place
that many of us call "home."

if it were anyone else out there
who cried, "Follow me, my child!"
I would quickly back away,
sidestep their unclean motives

but Your peace, it fills me
it pulls me to my feet
it puts words into my mouth and hands--

the words are all I have to give back to You


~aftermath~

I remember when we climbed to the
clouds and slept for days

but now Winter's grip trembles
pulling at the air to stay alive

the Wind berates all obstacles
and orders the trees to kneel before Him

pink-white flower petals litter the street,
the aftermath of Nature's parade