
Thoughts on a Walk
As I walked through the woods one day,
There were so many things to see.
My eyes lit up at the display,
And touched the very soul of me.
I watched the ground where I did tread,
Amazed to see the beauty there.
Guilt struck me, what had I trod dead,
By walking, just to get somewhere ?
I wished that I had wings to fly,
Above them as I gazed on down.
At lovely violets, blue as sky,
Living life there on the ground.
I prayed for their forgiveness then,
For as a human, ‘tis walk I do.
I wonder if Jesus, way back when,
E'er cried, to crush a violet blue.
A question I shall ask of Him,
When time comes and we both shall talk.
Yet now, the answer remains dim,
And to go forward, I must walk.
I send a sad thought to the ground,
I’m sorry this I do to you…
My eyes look at the violet found,
Step over, bidding it adieu.
Though still I wonder, yet I have found,
Most things grow tougher as time goes on.
For plants, roots strengthen in the ground,
Their hardships, too, will make them strong.
Like human souls, they protect theirs,
Inside themselves, all safe and sound.
In spring, they’ll bloom again with flowers,
All in life’s cycle, going ‘round and ‘round !
Moonchild
©Linda Vale Martin 2/20/12


