Hour 13

9/2/2023

 

“Dunes…”

 

I’ve wandered far – both life and world

coasts and deserts

both salt and clear,

and life itself – God’s touch was near.

And found the “dunes” of life that entrap the living

with the sands that bind within hourglass forms

’til life is held so tight and dear.

 

Our dunes bear no Melange to guide our sight.

Nothing to pause the mires of life that draw

and imprison our very souls.

Each step, each pause, each breath – brings neither peace

nor surcease… the motion of emotion buries then embalms.

 

And I’ve wandered the echoes behind our eyes

seen the release of wormsign to come.

Prayed to a silent God who KNEW what was

and will be.  And felt the Son bring a smile.

 

Walk with me…

beside – neither behind nor ahead.

Share the vision that holds us close and free.

And understand what it is to be “we”.

 

Chris

(C) Chris Twyford 9/2/2023