Hand in hand, level ground
as they dip, downward falling
trying desperately to clasp.
Side by side, inclining ever so slightly
You wipe the sweat from my brow
as the sun reaches its highest peek.
Three feet ahead, I stumble
falling to my knees
blindingly alone, as the sun goes to rest.
Alas, sole footsteps fading
eyes blur, body weakening
as darkness consumes all radiance.
And then, a sudden brazing brush
clasps and cleaves my hardened flesh.
Warmth adorns, as gravity lifts
Spirit whithering, now emanating in full bloom.
Scintillating light casts far upon the structure
so securly constructed over my inevitable malaise.
Three feet ahead, I gladly stumble
into Your protecting arms of eternity.