From one thing to another
A shade, or some truth survives.
Perhaps hidden from plain view,
But nonetheless existing,
If only to be seen, picked,
From underneath the rubble,
Intertwined and wrapped around,
Trying to conceal or blur,
The hard lines and soft edges,
Leading one to discovery.
Aiming, always aiming high,
To the place where feelings go
To wash away thoughts unkind.
Resting in the heart of One,
Meeting up, then stepping out,
Similar but not the same.
Grateful for Your peace and love,
Amazing, so amazing,
What can happen thru Your eyes.
Though the winds may shift and change,
The soul carries on its way,
Steady in One who remains.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. – Psalm 23:1