And once I did divert myself
Tilting my soul down to the Earth
And where did I find myself?
Birthed upon a verse.
No path a blaze did catch my gaze
nor fitted field up yonder
But wild thickets with mystic crickets
did not block my will to wander.
So upon a ringed stump I sat and thought
How shall my time be spent?
Desperately weaving my mind a plot
In faith stepping out along my path I went.
In times of trouble I did not despair
I stepped and took another look
Filling my lungs with moist mossed air
Finding the upward flow of a bubbling brook.
And there immersed in that stream
It occurred to me
This life is not a fleeting dream
But a gift given for Free......
