Will you walk beside me
On the level ground
Of the holy cross
Not out front, ahead, so slight
My view is of an eyeless back
Forging fast ahead
And I can see your imprint
Leaving me behind
When I see your back
I see no face at all
Just someone rushing fast ahead
Fixed on a mission of their own
There are no portals of your soul
Gazing back at me
The words are lost
And I am deafened
By the silence
On the path of one who walks
WIth single-mindedness
And do not walk behind me
I cannot see your face
Or heart, your voice, your soul, your cries
Or wipe your salty tears
There is no sister to my left nor
Even to my right
When I am weary and alone
Grab my hand and hold it tight
And walk beside me to the cross
To grounds of level fields of grace
Where dark rich soil of mercy waits
To hold or bear a million strong
Or even maybe more
Sojourners on the journey
Who walk not proud
Nor out in front
There’s power in a strong wide berth
That presses forward facing storms
That choose to stand on ground en masse
Encouraging and holding hands
So grab your life, your gift, your pen
You writers of the words
And walk with and beside me
As we cross the ground
Headed toward the sacred place, the cross of common ground
And with our words
We’ll all be heard
We ‘ll walk and stumble, not alone
March or crawl
Together, shoulders side by side
If you’ll but walk with me
My aging hands are reaching out to link
With sisters on the road
Would you humbly go with me
Sojourners on a common road.
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elizabeth w. marshall 
nice ~ glad to finally have found it (the link didn’t work at first)
Thanks for pressing on. I had major technical cliches. Not fun. Glad you were patient. xo, e
together. united. as one. that was His plan. love each other as I have loved you so the world will know…
True that friend. True that. Thank you for writing wise words for me to savor.
What beautiful words! So blessed to read them today 🙂
Thanks for your inspired piece at allume. Look forward to a in real life meet up there.
beautiful! thank you for the encouragement.
Hope your move is going well. Thank you for walking beside me as I write words. You are on my heart during your transition. Hope home is sweet quickly.
Holding your hand. I’m right here, friend, right beside you. xo
Oh Oh sweet friend. That I know, I have no doubt. And I am warmed to the bone by the fact.
So grateful to walk side by side with you, lovely. And what a good reminder for me too — to show my children my eyes and not my back as I try imperfectly leading them to the cross.
Sometimes I need to sit and read my very own words and take them to heart 🙂 More often than not they are for an audience of two, Him and moi 🙂 of course sometimes I see and witness things around me that I want to express through poetry. Thanks for walking with me. 🙂