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Awaken


Dance- run
 Each path more marvelous than the one before
 Each luring, beckoning me further
 Is this the one?

 The day was passing quickly
 The Sun well over head
 I can not hesitate at the threshold
 My future lies ahead

 At first an easy climb
 Guide posts direct my way
 Ahead I could see the brilliance
 Of the future I pray

 I passed travelers pointing me ahead
 Wishing me well-
 “The future is yours they shouted”
 My already intense effort swelled

 But the path narrowed
 I could barely see
 Weeds seem to grab at my legs
 Insect bites inflamed by the heat

 There were no more guide posts
 No travelers to point the way
 Only a trail almost invisible
 I fear I had lost my way

 Should I turn back?
 I could join those no longer able to suffer
 I could push forth another day
 Refreshed and prepared strengthened able to endure


 I was welcomed with open arms
 My arrival was celebrated—expected
 I lingered for days listening to tales of half journeys
 Journeys I knew would never be resurrected

 Next morn. - the others asleep from celebration
 I gathered my strength
 Found my whisper of a path
 Pressed ahead into the thicket

 The biting insects were not present
 Somehow the grade seemed less
 The weeds soften my foot falls
 My progress forward was almost effortless

 In the stillness of the forest
 A voice once indistinguishable from the din
 Spoke clearly and lovingly
 Guiding me to Him





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