You can’t do enough right.
You can’t wishful-think the dark edges of reality away—
it will come.
It will come unbidden,
unrehearsed and unwanted.
And it will sting like the devil.
But though I walk in the shadows,
a holy light prepares at least one step,
maybe even two.
And I stumble,
faith-walker,
not predicting safety, not earning grace,
just grasping in desperate reliance on a sure Lord
who even dwells in desperate and dark places.
Well said!
ReplyDeleteI wanted to add a personal comment to you as this is the only avenue I have.
ReplyDeleteLilly, I sincerely appreciate and like your style as a 'blogger'.
You graciously acknowledge each responder to your blog. You show respect by simply responding to us as well.
You're not only a very talented writer and photographer, you also have a lot of class!
Thank you! :)
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