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.
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
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
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
Come dwell in my house forever.
The indigo veil lifts, revealing
A golden light of peace.
I rest my head on His shoulders.
He is carrying me home.
Samantha Seto ‘17 Stained-Glass Cathedral Window