The Sole of My Soul (IV)

IV. Evening

In the evening

I walk on three legs -

Daily I take up my cane

Old,

Wrinkled hands worn by the weathering

Trials and hurricanes and storms life renders

Sinking deep into the oceans

My feet fail

But my God does not.

Night looms ahead

Yet I am neither afraid

Nor regretful of my years on earth

For when I cried out to

God He answered me

Shackles of bondage

Of my own selfishness -

A slave of the desires of a world imprisoned -

You freed me.

Your image imprinted on

The sole of my soul.

I have grown

In grace and in wisdom

What is this, this stirring in my feet

heart

so(u)le?

I no longer want to live for myself

To chase after the things of this world

Money, jobs, fame, validation from others -

Temporary are they.

Bidding the ephemeral farewell

I arrive at the doorstep of the eternal.

I no longer ask myself where do I go next

But ask God

Where will you take me?

Where you go

I will

Come,

Follow me.

Come dwell in my house forever.

The indigo veil lifts revealing

A golden light of peace.

I rest my head on his shoulders.

My God is carrying me home.