ever guarding our marked yet unseen path,
balancing my will’s churning, weeping search
for peace within this mountain storm’s vast wrath,
let your calm light lead, ease my body’s lurch
at every lightning bolt and thunder crash.
Lift me each time I hide. Return my sight
to your sight. Push me past boulders of rash
actions, my fear-filled responses to night’s
treacherous ghosts. Hold me tight with hope’s taut
rope as we hover on cliff’s edge. Pledge your
everlasting loyalty. How I’ve fought
you in our past lives, my passion’s pleasure
always shoving off your care. Now I yield,
pray to cherish you, all your light’s revealed.
Roger Armbrust
August 31, 2010
