When twilight drops her curtain down and pins it with a star, remember that you have a friend though she may wander far.


Monday, January 10, 2011

a girl's journey

A life of promise, of purpose, and of hope
She chose one youthful day
Ordinary, mundane, normal won't do
A mother recalls her daughter say

Seems so easy from eyes untainted
Not scarred or bruised by the hate in this world
Not hurt or torn by love awaited
The world at the fingertips of this young girl

The more she sees the despair of others
Little by little her eyes are unveiled
The young girl trudges onward
Not dismayed, never her plans curtailed

She walked through valleys of unseen trouble
Doubted and fell into the tempestuous waters
She lost sight when she searched through the rubble
But still, the voice of hope and love remained

Standing at a crossroads, a wandering woman recovers
From the sacrifice of love she made
To fulfill the dream of a wonder-filled youngster
A year of challenge she would never trade

But now a new sacrifice calls her name
One of companionship, adventure, one of love
Leaving behind much that formed her
Will she still please the One above?

A leap of faith, a leap of uncertainty
What waits beyond the leap is unclear
Stress or peace, loss or bounty?
A promise of blessing she holds near

She'll hope and love and dream forever
Until one day her time will come
Will He glance upon her face and say,
My child, my girl, well done?

2 comments:

  1. Lovely writing. And I don't think you can leave behind much that formed her. You may try. It follows you.

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  2. "I believe that the voices of fear, both from without and from within, can only be dispelled by trusting the voice that comes from the heart. If it speaks of love and compassion for others, for the world itself," you have heard the voice of God.

    Trust that voice Tattoo it has lead you well.

    With thanks to Chuck Lorre who almost got it right.

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