Lead Me1 comment
picture Friday, November 19th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer

Lead Me

When I tire of life you hold the light aloft
My meanderings in the darkness do not daunt you
Your calling voice leads me to a warmer place

Where I am, it seems so cold, so uninviting
Let me come to the fire, you are the warmth
Hold me close in your enveloping arms

If I give you my heart, will you hold it gently?
I am not sure I could bear the cold winds
For my strength is not sufficient anymore

In the silence our breathing slows evenly
Our energies rise and fall like a nodding blossom
The setting sun in my soul can finally rest

November 18, 2004 Marissa A Spencer



1 comment

22 Nov 2004 @ 15:19 by martha : Ah yes
I feel the sun resting and warming inside...thanks Marissa, lovely vision.  

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