Can I trust what I'm perceiving
during this season?
Maybe things aren't as they seem...
I'm just dust, but I'm believing
there's a reason
like a salmon, I can swim upstream...
Distractions, arrow-like, are aimed
at my heart
by snakelike enemy of my soul;
yet my very marrow has been claimed
as a work of art
made by God, I am whole!
My vision's blurry and unclear,
I often wonder
what's coming around the next bend...
I envision walking without fear
God's hand's under
me, so I will transcend.
Wingdreamer
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