Artful continuation,
Is my pause between steps,
I breathe in new direction,
Releasing resistance,
Becoming God’s own reflection.
The hard place is only a gate,
My thoughts the key in hand,
Transforming me gently,
To rise under over stand.
Hear, I water the soil, my mind,
Letting wisdom spark me grow,
Trusting the unseen hand,
That shapes my path above below.
When you feel the weight,
Return to your center,
For that is where my next step is born,
Ready walking painting my next scene from words.
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