(Rough, I know. Grace, I ask.)
So here I am again
before this tree.
I thought I'd come so far
I had no need
for thorny crown
and scarlet cloak--
my travels started at this very place
so long ago,
so long ago.
World's wisdom taught me
I had far to go
before I earned my rest.
But fleeting miles, passing years,
lingering fears, lasting tears
bring me once again before your throne.
Your cross.
Altered yet unchanged in my need for
Your tree.
My rest.
~ARH 03.08~
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