Revisited

One foot in front of the other I cross the sea of glass and rock entwined

Upon reaching the other side I turn to see the heart I left behind.

Walking back away from it, wind sweeps my tears away,

My hands hang listless by my side and as color fades to gray.

One foot behind the other forms a pattern for my life,

Emboldened by the silence from my lips, the bitter fife.

My path is lost, my way is gone, i have no where to turn,

That which was and is now becomes the thing I yearn.

My foot strikes something softer than the gravel it has known,

I turn to a bright light that blinds, the one that's always shone.

'Twas this that made the shadows bend so starkly from myself,

The light from that far away House that sat upon it's shelf.

My gaze drawn down is surprised to see a sea of feathers soft,

And carried 'pon the living wind a kindly voice did waft.

"Come to me you whom I saved" it cried above the foam

"Come to me, those who are here, come to your final home"

And then I looked about me to a sight which shocked my eyes,

A million others just like me, as foolish and as wise,

They all stood in such disarray quite different from the rest,

All just as tired and forlorn from their eternal quest.

And one by one, we each stepped out into the softened sea,

One by one were whisked away to that voice that called softly.

Once gathered with Him we were taken into his broken hands,

Broken yes but stronger still than any mortal man's.

He held us till we were no longer a surly hardened crew,

Until or bloodied darkened clothes, were of a much brighter hue.

We finally found that which we searched for on our quest each day,

That man who saved us and reclaimed us, with love that never strayed