The
Tread of Our Aching Heart
The
tread of our aching heart’s blind dreaming
Is
never forgotten---
Imprinted
our footprints upon the sands
Of
time’s glad use of us---
His
crystal glimpses will softly tell---
And
forever---of all the stories hid
Within
the places we have passed through
And
are yet passing through---
Their
bright footsteps are never lost---
Indelible
the mark we leave behind us
Upon
time’s shoulder---
Our
story perfectly told---
The
whispered secret-gold within them
Is---heard
and seen---our being infinitely loved
In
the son’s own deep working in us---
Pressed---infused---forever
held in his keeping
We
are not unloved in any of our thoughts
Neither
do we go unseen---in any place
Where
we have trodden the grapes of wrath---
Our
footsteps a pattern of light in time---
And
when time closes his book---we are whole:
Our
story a perfect gift of unconditional love
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