Matt and Nancy Heerema

The Path

Thick, chill, night
sky rumbles round me
shakes the earth
dark… midnight, clouds
both shroud
my view, in and out.

dull, weary, eyes
beat back against the rain
set straight ahead
tired… soul, legs
both flounder
one more step, one
then another

battered, flame-scorched, shield
glistens in lamp-light
sheds the water
light… sword, lamp
the same
gives me sight
grants me life

one more step, one
then another

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One Response to “The Path”

1. Kathy said on: May 11th, 2007 at 7:04 pm

   We must encourage poetry. Especially raw, gut wrenching, brutaly honest poetry that shakes us out of our numbness to acknowledge when we’re weary and sore.

   Glad you have enough strength to carry the sword and enough light to take one step at a time.

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