July 5, 2009


  • Impressions in soft ground,

    You walk by my side and speak in quiet laughter.

    Pleased. You look content as you stare in my eyes.

    I am entranced at the face of the King.

    He strides beside me and holds my hand.

    Crown that sparkles in the illuminated water,

    He counts the grains of sand we walk on and says-

    You’re worth more to me than the numbered stars.

    You’re worth more to me than the vast ocean’s bank.

    The sun rises in his eyes. He makes the moon’s dust.

    I long to kiss his sandals, for it’s his feet which carry us!

    Toes no longer touch the sand; I see his legs tensing,

    I am light. The load no longer hinders. I am in his hands.

    He is rock solid. The hardest and sturdiest. One of a kind.

    I, lost and alone, am being led by the kingdom’s leader.

    Being held by the tree’s branches--safe in the mighty Cedar!

    Cries of the hopeless being carried to refuge,

    This ocean of redemption surrounds his footprints in the sand.


    Revelation 21:10

    And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God.