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
love’s own deep working in us
Pressed---infused---and
forever held in his keeping
We
are not unloved in any of our secret thoughts
Neither
do we go unseen in any place
Where
we have trodden down the grapes of wrath---
Our
footsteps---a pattern of light in time---were kept
And
when time closes his book we are whole:
Our
story seen a perfect gift of unmerited love
*
Illustration from: ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume Three
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