Here in the Woods Between,
I tremble and be still.
And I hear the Master sing,
Softly stating His will.
I bow, I listen;
Perhaps I may wonder.
But however incomprehensible,
On His Path I do not wander.
It has a purpose,
The greatst of plans.
Wherever the direction,
I will go to those lands.
Lord, please aid me.
I am so confused.
So weak, and shallow minded.
Hold my hand.
Carry me through.
I'm sorry, I'll get up.
I will stand and fight again.
When I reach the Final Waters...
You'll be with me, even then.
6 comments:
This is very touching. :)
Rebekah, this poem is so beautiful--and I love how it could fit any wanderer through Goldstone Wood--including the Reader. I especially loved the last two lines; very evocative! Awesome work!
This poem was lovely and almost hymn-like in its repeated plea for aid. Loved how the speaker was so uncertain yet ultimately faithful. Did you have a particular character in mind who is speaking, or is the speaker ambiguous? Outstanding work! God bless.
Thank you so much for your praise, both of you!
@Meredith: No, actually, I didn't have anyone particularly in mind. It is just the plight and plea of all in the between - be it Wood or world - especially the Knights. So, yeah, it's ambiguous.
This amazing poem was almost like a psalm--the depth and emotion in it is astounding, even though it isn't crazy long. Great, great job!
Wonderful. Beautiful. Profound. This is an excellent poem that could so perfectly represents the struggles of the knights. I was particularly reminded of a knight in 'Dragonwitch.' How touching!
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