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
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