What Help?
Aug 04, 2017, 10:53 AM
Once decided, the leaving? No question. Disgusted with the way things were, Gladly, I set out, joined the procession— Resolute, no hardship would deter. But having begun the narrow, upward climb— Stifled, stumbling my footing unsure I look ‘round for help, for any sign, Any assurance, I'll arrive, endure. I'll manage myself; I'll hedge my bets; Reduce my risk, leverage my best; Trust what I know; what my getting gets-- That my will be done, in my resting rest.
Look not to the hills but trust him to keep Your life from all evil, give shelter and sleep.
© Randall Edwards 2017 #sonnet #poetry #christianity #psalms #psalmofascent #psalmsofascent