Upon Bended Knee Poem by Edith Niemeyer

Upon bended knee

I stand All Amazed,

walking along a jagged road
where yesterday's footsteps
have yet to fade.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess—
entertwined,
tangled amongst the why's
and wherefores'
of what had been.

And once upon a brilliant
token of light
came softly upon
the jagged, treacherous road—

not to straighten its course,
nor remove the stones,
but to illuminate
where next
my foot should fall.

For tribulation worketh patience,
and patience whispers—

Walk on.

For what tiz a journey
without its jagged edges?
What tiz knowledge
without first wondering
what truth might be?

Truth—

knowledge of things
as they are,
and as they were,
and as they are to come—

waited not
at journeys' end,

but walked beside me
all along.

Unrecognized.

Unspoken.

Awaiting my thoughts'
jumbled mess
to become still enough
to hear.

Upon bended knee
I stand All Amazed,

for the road I once cursed
became the road
that taught my feet
to walk.

Tribulations' stones
became Patience's path.

And somewhere
between then
and now,

singleness of mind
found its accord—

thought within thought,
truth within knowledge,
spirit within purpose,

entertwined no longer
in confusion,

but entwined
as One.

And I—

still upon
this jagged road—

need not see
where every turning leads.

For sometimes
a brilliant token
need only cast enough light

for the next
footstep

to take flight.