"These Feet"
1 Walk,
skip, run ...
2 And when I'm lucky, dance with these feet the Creator,
3 In His infinite wisdom unto me so gifted.
4 I will
walk through this journey, my
so-called life,
5 Joyful
arms out-lifted on a glorious adventure unscripted.
6 Free-will
our inheritance enlisted,
7 These
feet carry a warrior with a gentle heart,
8 Willfully
serving His higher purpose.
9 His voice ever near and endlessly heeded,
10 I am
an empty vessel waiting to be filled ...
11 A burning
spirit, sealed in fire, watching,
waiting,
12 Listening, ready to be used as I am needed.
13 Renouncing Fear , these feet journey ever forward
14 Knowing full well moments there shall call
15 Where these feet shall scarcely find the will to crawl.
16 To my knees then will I swiftly fall, but
even then
17 Fear
will NOT rule: my will remains immune to worldly strife.
18 Unyielding
Faith in the Creator breathes me Life.
19 My
spirit calls unto Him to fill up the
20 Empty wanting that in this darkness is me ...
21 In my Valley of Darkness safe from harm
22 The Creator will me keep. With His Infinite
Love
23 And Merciful
Grace, He renews a weary me.
24 Therefore, I shall not with worldly tears weep.
25 Fortifying my strength, opening eyes, mind,
heart and soul:
26 He fills me up and makes me once again whole.
27 Thus renewed, these free-willed feet
28 Choose to resume His Divine Bidding.
29 Joyful
steps these feet trace in the sands of
a so-called life,
30 Mindfully
infused with Heaven's Eternal Pace:
31 The Cosmic Beat set with Supreme Perfection
32 Unto Nature's Rhythmic Feet ...
33 With Nature, I strive to be One.
34 So move these feet, ever forward in motion,
35 A glorious notion in aid to simple hands;
36 A paired
will awaits: there to do as He insights.
@Copyrighted Poem,
2012. All Rights Reserved: Isabelle Black Smith.
“It is the marriage of the soul with Nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination.” ~Henry David Thoreau
