Wilderness

Placed upon the grounds of the wilderness, with my toes firmly placed upon the moisture of dew, the soft  texture of the green grass, is all brand new. Baby steps I take to diminish the ordeal, of my past. Silent whispers of a call to my destiny, I continue to persevere, to be directed by the trees sway from the winds. Tasteful teardrops held at its points, to fall at my grounding in which I stepped last. As the angles cries of "Hosanna" shouts aloud, the King' is forevermore true for his people. The weight of his love shakes my very grounding, as it causes the fear towards his name. The beginning to understanding, things will never once was, be the same. His sheep knows his voice, so I hear with openness, to follow the call, to acknowledge I'm not alone, in the wilderness where placed to learn of my fall. A mighty roar it is he,that stands at a distance, upon the top of the high mountain peak, blazing afire upon his high throne, guiding me threw the darkness of the night, fireflies giving off just a twinkling of light. The sounds of the drums beating louder, as I rest in the peace of sleep this silent night. Belief within the depths of the soul, as I search,  awaiting him this restful journeys flight.