On crooked road

and wandering

path

I fell — my feet

cracked, worn

soles

My lips dry

with thirst

for your Word

upon my lips

Tears welled in

my eyes, suffering

But you were there

too!

Though road and

path seemed to

wave

and turn, crest

and crash

They were laid

by you

It is only obvious

to look back

with opened eyes

A gift