Weighted Steps

Casting light into the shadows

Making ripples upon still waters

Catching flames from distant fires

Breathing magic into sons and daughters

Holding hope with fragile fingers

As sleep strokes a tired mind

thumbing through things pressed between

The Holy Bible

A key

A heart

A cross

Just samples of things for the lost to find

To hear the mighty roar of silence

Then the whisper of the spirit talking

When it’s the darkest

When each step feels so weighted

You’re hugged

You’re kissed

then encouraged to keep on walking

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