I lived this dream which no one saw
Their heads held high, igniting moonlit skies,
Their straightened, proud, blessed brows.
one dew-kissed meadowed morning walk, took I
where witnessed lowly, saddened, heavy-hearted
humbled-bowed, my head hung I.
Emotions, felt I depth displayed did no one see,
For only were these impressed led I, for me.
Head held low, humbled in heart
Laddened fully, deepest despair.
Christ toward where I knew not, cared not
Where emotions depth did go…
I knew, somehow, through heart-enlifted Spirit, led
Had come to bless, and with His gentle hand, did love.
His soft, His lowly Spoken Love
Showed this, now, my dream, to live.
In name of Christ, not now my head
Be bowed in shamed of pain it goes,
But Light of Love in Christ
Heart and head held high, I live this dream!
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2013