Small steps,
like those of a child
learning to walk,
faltering and uncertain
one way, then another,
but forward.
Steps to ahead,
wherever that is,
an unseen place,
strange, fearful
stretching out there,
like stepping stones.
In His steps,
dusty imprints.
seen, then unseen,
always signs
planted along the way,
for eyes of faith.
Blood Pressure. The New Numbers
6 years ago
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