The story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all. ~Frederick Buechner

The Walk

Through my life the steps that I’ve taken
on freshly cut grass so gentle and fragrant
soft, green blades pushing up against my feet
between my toes, reaching up to tickle my ankles
I stop and wonder, pausing to take in the moment
I delight in the newness as the silkiness touches
for a moment and then it’s gone.

My feet have also walked upon shattered glass
and rocks jaded and sharp scattered
by both chance and enemies of my heart
my first journey across this wasteland
dropped me to my knees
caused my heart to stumble
fear became an ever present companion

Closed up in myself withdrawn and afraid
I will not hurt, I will not be hurt
I will travel on the indifferent sands
of complacency numbly taking each step
unaware, not hearing, not seeing
no soft green grass, nor shattered glass
just endless will, draining sand.

I’ve lived much longer than I thought I would
I’ve done things and said things that cause regret
in my bed alone at night, I speak with God
He alone can hold me so I no longer shake.
His words are comfort, He forgives me again.
His love is never withheld, it is why I go on
to walk on the grass, the glass, the sand.

Kenneth Maese
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