Poetry

Wilderness Whispers

Allured into a wilderness
of my own making,
my undoing.
Busy holds me captive,
I wear its chains
with pride.
Etched in performance,
a striving to silence
fears, taunts that
I am alone.
This unwelcome
feeling floods a weary soul,
desperately longing for more.
When stillness comes,
I hear echoing whispers
of love and tender promises, 
past revelations
reawakened as the dawn.
Morning light casts away shadows,
light transforming 
the troubled pathways
into valleys of abundant hope.
And there,
in the cascading colours
of morning's glorious dawn,
eyes are opened
to Your very presence,
the strength that held me all along.
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