photo by Göpfert Olaf
Eyes to God…
When life did take such fateful tolls
I have seen the dust and taken my roles.
Eyes to God and footprints on the hill
I wearied on but with an iron will.
It is not clear that heaven is near
when all about is clouded by fear.
The earth may quake beneath my feet
yet miracles yield in such hours of defeat.
With no one to call or place to find Home
the Heart redefines that which is its Own.
Amaze me once more, as I look above
Eyes to God, all footprints in Love.
©2012 Linda Willows