Many Different Faces: Nature’s Revelation
A Pilgrim Journey
Photo by Graziano De Maio on Unsplash
If you could hear me now,
An essence of a sacred vow,
Symbols, sounds, a lyric -
Soothing voice of music.
Time, an ineffable constraint,
The lot for both sinner and saint.
To pursue a wisp of wind -
Falter, flail, do not rescind.
To whom do we address -
With savage mystery no less?
Questions like a storm cloud -
Booming thunder, below a crowd.
Masses gather in wake eager
For rich marrow not the meager.
Bone and flesh a simple abode.
Each on a dusty, solitary road.
A rising star, Heaven a Messiah bestowed
What prophets had in times past foretold.
Shepherd, King, our Savior does reign
To welcome His sheep without restrain.
Copyright © J. L. Smyth May 5, 2022
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J. L. Smyth believes we can be inspired by all that is around us. Looking through the lens of faith, Smyth recognizes there are many opportunities to grow, to become stronger, and to enkindle courage. Hence, the challenge exists to transpose how she views life and weave its intricacies into the written word. Through fiction, non-fiction, and poetry, Smyth is a scribe writing upon the tablet that is life.
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