journey journal



sealed tight, battered book, well-worn,
secret sentences, soul sometime-torn:
– unread, very essence, total being –
hidden, except from eyes of All Seeing.

word emptied, poured-out confession,
almost-eternal ache, intense in expression;
paragraphed laughter, tear-stained hunger,
hand-written hopes, dreams when younger.

Is there any plan, purpose, special to me?
horizoned hope, not just random let-it-be;
searched for symbol, sky-scanned sign –
distinct, long-desired, kind-crafted design.

who will be author of way-fare wandering?
who will save from foolish squandering?
prodigals welcomed with wide embrace,
rare rings, royal robes – given with grace.

a journal for my journey, I take and read,
soil sometime refused best sown seed;
my life sealed book, handle with care,
heart-hugged hopes, patterned by prayer.

Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen. 1 Corinthians 13: 7


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