Bare as the shifting sands
coating the path as if gritty glitter
Still as the whispers of the four winds
lost, hanging, waiting and watching
And yet the existence I have welcomed
Though I have been able to push out shards of pain and saddness
In this I have been able to realize my strength, happiness
Running along aside a silver wolf
The Holy Spirit my companion
A gift from my Father
On my journey to my wilted tree
where my soul finds respite
On my journey to my wilted tree
where my soul blossoms
On my journey to my wilted tree
where my soul contented watches the eternal sky
In the presence of my Father
Loved unconditionally
Unfettered
Free
