A Quiet Walk

Shepherd me, O God, beyond my wants,

 

The leaves have faded
From gold to dry dusty brown.

The wind blows cold and drear
Chilling me to the bone.

How long my Lord
Will I sit in the shadow of your anger?

Will I ever see the light of dawn,
warm on the horizon?

Forgive me, Holy Spirit,
For I fear losing your warm presence.

I pray for the day
When you will come and hold me again.

Ruth Jewell, ©November 12, 2011

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