Sometimes, you take me down the path of crooked roads
It takes your strength to just believe I’m not alone.
But in the darkness and the fear, you call me home—
this place of love, communion, where the stone
was rolled into the earth and placed away.
I stand in You, complete, and find the truth.
The roads will soon be straightened, and the load
taken into the arms of Love and while the angels call
above the mountains and the stars—
the Earth is quaking, ready to be re-woven.
I am ready—my soul aching, to be re-made,
and I am molded on these crooked paths.
Chipped away as the stones scrape my bleeding feet,
and I learn to trust your leading
in the crooked road
for the light and final sleep.
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