Wayfarer

Sometimes I think of Abraham How one star he saw had been lit for me He was a stranger in this land And I am that, no less than he And on this road to righteousness Sometimes the climb can be so steep I may falter in my steps But never beyond Your reach

Reflection

Do not let the gentle
Waves break unheeded
On your heart's shore

Take the time to note
The wake they leave,
The swirling foam's impression
On the sand

And bits of broken
Shells, the detritus
Of eons of the sea's cycle

Washing warm, over your
Tender soul

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