After Isaiah 9:6 and Psalm 121
A pilgrim’s question:
on my journey up
to the hills, my journey on
this dusty road with its twists
and turns, potholes,
roadblocks, obstructions,
eroding roadbed, cracks
and gaps,
I ask, I am asked,
by myself,
by my fellow travelers,
what is the source,
the fount, the origin
of my help? What is
its birth, its start,
its creation?
My first response,
to myself,
to my fellow travelers,
is to look to the hills,
the hills where
the answer resides,
where the answer
always resides.
Photograph by Raimond Klavins via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
Amen, Glynn!
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