I Keep Walking
Even the surface on which I'm walking is not concrete; It often fails to even bear the weight of my determined feet. It might not even retain the trail of my footprints, the trail of a journey, the trail of my determination.
In the morning, the scorching sun smiles upon me with its blaze. A blaze that often leaves me dizzy and dazzled. I sometimes lose my track, I sometimes don't know where I'm going but I keep walking.
Unbounded nothingness stretches even farther than my dazzled eyes can see. Miles and tons of sand lie underneath the boundless blue sky waiting to be treaded upon. The miles ahead are countless, my destination lies somewhere along those countless miles.
I know my destination is there, it awaits me anxiously. If only it knew how restless I was to reach it, if only it knew what an arduous journey I've undertaken to attain it; my destination would move closer.
When the blazing sun feels it is unable to tame my adamant persistence, strong winds blow to throw me off my trail. Grains of sand come roaring towards me, I'm blinded for a moment. But, I keep walking.
My destination is there, not so near but it's there. I can see it. No, it's not a mirage. How do I convince anyone of the reality of my destination?. They mock me, they think I'm walking on nothing and walking towards nothing. This journey is not easy, it's painful. There must be something worthwhile that motivates me to keep walking.
I'm thirsty, this journey dehydrates me. Just the beauty and vision of my destination moisturizes my dry chapped lips. I keep walking.
I sometimes feel scared and lonely. When the sun gives up on derailing me, and goes to rest; it lets the moon and stars take over. It leaves the stage for the night to accomplish its goal. But, somehow I like the moon and the stars. Even though it's dark, the twinkling stars whisper shyly to me like a beautiful young bride. They don't say much but every word they say is precious.
I feel He speaks to me at night through the stars and the moon. He keeps His promise through the stars and the moon; After every difficulty, there is ease. I dare to stop walking and take a break.
The night cradles me, the stars gently stroke my hair, the cool air kisses me to sleep.
Sometimes the thought of the miles ahead, the fear of not getting there, a glimpse at the obstacles ahead keeps me awake. I don't want to rest, I need to keep walking. My tired self is invigorated by fears. It's as if the night and everything around is trying to be as quiet as it can so that I can sleep peacefully. But, I lie awake. I wait for the sun to greet me again. I need it's light to show me the way.
I'm thirsty....thirsty for my destination.
I have to keep walking, if not for myself than for the one whose dared to walk this journey with me and for me.
I look back, I see my footprints. Proof of my faith, my trust, my hope,my love.
I look ahead, I see footprints. And I see those footprints ending only at the destination.
I keep walking......
In the morning, the scorching sun smiles upon me with its blaze. A blaze that often leaves me dizzy and dazzled. I sometimes lose my track, I sometimes don't know where I'm going but I keep walking.
Unbounded nothingness stretches even farther than my dazzled eyes can see. Miles and tons of sand lie underneath the boundless blue sky waiting to be treaded upon. The miles ahead are countless, my destination lies somewhere along those countless miles.
I know my destination is there, it awaits me anxiously. If only it knew how restless I was to reach it, if only it knew what an arduous journey I've undertaken to attain it; my destination would move closer.
When the blazing sun feels it is unable to tame my adamant persistence, strong winds blow to throw me off my trail. Grains of sand come roaring towards me, I'm blinded for a moment. But, I keep walking.
My destination is there, not so near but it's there. I can see it. No, it's not a mirage. How do I convince anyone of the reality of my destination?. They mock me, they think I'm walking on nothing and walking towards nothing. This journey is not easy, it's painful. There must be something worthwhile that motivates me to keep walking.
I'm thirsty, this journey dehydrates me. Just the beauty and vision of my destination moisturizes my dry chapped lips. I keep walking.
I sometimes feel scared and lonely. When the sun gives up on derailing me, and goes to rest; it lets the moon and stars take over. It leaves the stage for the night to accomplish its goal. But, somehow I like the moon and the stars. Even though it's dark, the twinkling stars whisper shyly to me like a beautiful young bride. They don't say much but every word they say is precious.
I feel He speaks to me at night through the stars and the moon. He keeps His promise through the stars and the moon; After every difficulty, there is ease. I dare to stop walking and take a break.
The night cradles me, the stars gently stroke my hair, the cool air kisses me to sleep.
Sometimes the thought of the miles ahead, the fear of not getting there, a glimpse at the obstacles ahead keeps me awake. I don't want to rest, I need to keep walking. My tired self is invigorated by fears. It's as if the night and everything around is trying to be as quiet as it can so that I can sleep peacefully. But, I lie awake. I wait for the sun to greet me again. I need it's light to show me the way.
I'm thirsty....thirsty for my destination.
I have to keep walking, if not for myself than for the one whose dared to walk this journey with me and for me.
I look back, I see my footprints. Proof of my faith, my trust, my hope,my love.
I look ahead, I see footprints. And I see those footprints ending only at the destination.
I keep walking......
posted by Enigma at 9:50 PM
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