Stranded,
I'm now at sea
Clueless as to where I head next.
Neither marker nor beacon to light my way.
Evil forces in this evil time,
Undercurrents subliminal,
Threaten to suck me in.
Let there be light
To guide me in this darksome journey
To my destination, no, the destiny
Of your choice.
For when You order my steps,
They must unequivocally land me on more than solid ground.
In fact, they must anchor me in fertile soil.
"The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way. Though he falls, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholdeth him with his hand. I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread." Psalms 37:23-26 KJV
The poem is reproduced from the author's 2002 Diary for Today's Men and Women: Reflections of Life.
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