by Eileen Norman

Created on: July 02, 2009

THE SPIRIT

At first, it seemed as if God walked

through the garden of my life

on velvet kitten paws,

gifting me with fleet impression

of brushing, soft caress

and leaving feather light prints

in the tender earth

of my spirit.

But, in later times, God climbed

the granite mountain

of my will

using painful stake and hobnail boots

to gain each foothold,

bringing about His kingdom

through the thundering voice

of circumstance.

Then, recently, I sensed God lost,

absent on Sabbatical

of undetermined length

leaving only fading echoes

in my memory.

Until, at last, in desert night

and aching loneliness

I faced my emptiness

And discovered Her

within.

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