Steps - Poem by David Daykin
I feel your spirit next to me,
You open my eyes, let me see.
That I am stronger now,
I stand proud, you wonder how?
Because my faith blossoms like flowers on Saint Peters Wreath.
I shed my old self with no regret or tears of grief.
I have the wisdom, and the will,
to steer my course.
The emotions, the lessons, the pictures,
all these my learning source.
I have this courage for I know who I am,
Lifted by my faith, no longer the lost, the lamb.
Face your fears, embrace your dreams,
throw yourself forward into life, this fast running stream.
Don't meander like flotsam, pulled by the relentless tide,
Move forward, onwards, use the strength of faith inside.
It's just single steps that we take,
each small, but together a journey it does make.
And at times these steps come with painful breaths,
But what other prospect, being ignorant unto death?
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