Ancient Ribbons

Ancient Ribbons

I do not know how to begin.

I do not know how to earn a closeness to you, God.

I feel your presence at my heels,

Where my feet collide with the earth.

I hear your breath mix with mine,

As my mouth learns to form words and sing.

But

This conflict I see in man

This relentless gallop we find ourselves in, moving in the

confines

Of a lifeless, dry corral-

Somehow my feet and mind

Have known all along

The path that leads to Your door.

Somehow the hooves of wild happiness,

Groomed and at attention,

Have been ready all along to take us there.

If only we would turn and see them in the Open fields,

And, Like ancient ribbons tied to a tail,

Follow.

Tracey Schmidt
www.traceyschmidt.com