THE SOLE OF MY SOUL
As the first ray of dawn
Runs across the sky
I walk on three legs Daily I take up my cross.
Old,
Wrinkled hands worn by the weathering
Trials and hurricanes and storms life renders;
Sinking deep into the oceans
Gasping for breath
Arms yearning upward to the surface
My feet fail
But He does not.
Night looms ahead
Yet I am neither afraid
Nor regretful of my years on earth
For when I cried out to Him
He answered
Shackles of bondage
Of my own selfishness A slave of the desires of a world imprisoned Until freedom came in the form of the Son.
His image imprinted on
The sole of my soul.
What is this, this stirring in my feet
heart
so(u)le?
I no longer want to live for myself
To chase after the things of this world
Money, jobs, fame, validation Temporary are they.
Bidding the ephemeral farewell
I arrive at the doorstep of the eternal.
I no longer ask myself
Where will my feet take me
But ask Him
Where will You take me?
Where You go
I will
Come,
Follow me.
Come dwell in my house forever.
The indigo veil lifts, revealing
A golden light of peace.
I rest my head on His shoulders.
ANNA DELAMERCED
He is carrying me home.
Samantha Seto ‘17 Stained-Glass Cathedral Window
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