Water brushes
Fear cluthes
Rocks roar
Crashes to shore
Wilderness lies at back door
Canaan before
Promised Land evermore
A painted illusion stands
Grains of sand
Shattered pieces
Pain fleeces
Bloody betrayal scars
Unwritten memoirs
Darkness strikes melodic chords
Tensions push and pull like cords
Hesitant steps back and forth
A new beginning birthed
Two-steps together hand-in-hand
A walk in the woodland
Grace washes
Crimson ashes
Aslan roars
Tears no more
By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
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