There is water beyond the trees
- MD Marcus
stiff from the night, aching cold
my tired joints may crack and creak
still my hands be brazen, bold
reaching out for what I seek
though bitter chills numb thru to bone
spirit and body will to subsist
forging new ways amidst unknown
I speak and move and must persist
warm breath suspends transforming clouds
fusions of certainty, life, and love
summoning prophecies dared aloud
traversing spaces undreamed of
tiny pebbles strewn along the pass
to bare feet bring stumbling pains
my soles forged thick, o’er rock or grass,
walk undeterred despite terrain
forests grow dense, darker my sight
by the wayside, linger the weary
forlorn awaiting returning sunlight
making homes in lands bleak and dreary
the way onward is curved, icy, dim
dismal the landscape surrounding
‘just up ahead’ is this heart’s sweet hymn
steadfastly, the footfalls resounding.
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