I’m in the valley of discontent
Where my passion brews, and my heart is rent.
The way stretches dark and long
As I march on wearily to an unknown song.
I pray for a clearing, a cliff or a peak
As relentlessly onward a haven I seek.
Where is it leading? Where will I go?
What will result if the journey end in “no”?
What is He asking? Am I allowed to request?
When will the flood come to turn the tide of this test?
The bridge looms ahead — to cross or to burn.
My feet on the road must yield and not turn.
Poem written August 9, 1994 and found in a box unpacked this weekend.
I am sharing “Crossroads” and joining like-minded sisters at Coffee for Your Heart, Words of Life Wednesdays, Tell His Story, A Little R and R, Testimony Tuesday, Rich-Faith Rising, Sharing His Beauty, Playdates with God, Unforced Rhythms, Still Saturday and Give Me Grace.