timeforINRI

Lost in a world unknown, A place where I feel alone. The roads winding endlessly, My destination a mystery. The trees surrounding me, Whisper secrets in the breeze. The sky above, vast and blue, But I have no clue what to do. I try to retrace my steps, But everything just seems to mesh. Memories blur and fade away, As I wander in disarray. The sun begins to set, And still, I am filled with regret. For losing my way in this strange land, A feeling I can't seem to withstand. My heart beats fast, my mind races, As I struggle to find familiar places. But the more I wander, the more I'm lost, My hope dwindling and my faith exhaust. But just when I thought all was lost, I see a light, a glimmer of hope. I follow it, my feet moving fast, Praying that this will bring me at last. And just like that, I break through the trees, And there it is, my home, my peace. I let out a sigh of relief, As the weight of being lost, finally leaves. For being lost may seem scary, But sometimes it's

 THOUGH the winds but stir on their hoary thrones Of hemlock and pungent pine, All the whispering woodland tones Gossip of things divine, — Why God is gray in the granite rock, And green in the lichen flake, And swift in the darting swallow-flock, And slow in the lapping lake; Why God is sweet in the hermit-thrush, And hoarse in the frog; and why His touch on the bee is golden plush, And gauze on the stinging fly; Why God is life in the mushroom there, And death in the toadstool here; Mirth in the dancing maidenhair; In its hidden adder, fear. Oh, if this berry that stains my lip Could teach me the woodland chat, Science would bow to my scholarship, And Theology doff the hat. Katharine Lee Bates Hopeful Waiting