have I fallen asleep at the gate?
in he came, crashing pillars and
pouring pots of soil, seed, and flower.

for the first time in
my life his whispers heeded,
and scripture turned to poison
and the promise of new life
a frightful thing behind
a heavy curtain.

who have I been named today?
I have not met him,
and pray His promise to the
one sheep run up the mountain.

Oct ‘07

I have walked with little faith as well, and seasons of millstone fear dragging me off the bridge.  I am with you, and have been.

-JJ