She who wanders

 There is she who wanders

my heart's forever fond of.

 

The footprints heavy linger

aching heart push and shove.

 

These two steps for both of us

must lead us to you.

 

Will these prints I now leave

ever really accrue?

 

Lord, does she know I travel

carrying both our burdens?

 

Of course, My daughter - 

restful prints await in Thy garden.

 

Faithfully hold neither of you

travel alone on this journey.

 

I always quench the labored

with the tears of the thirsty.

 

Whether feet stomp, 

run,

march,

or roam...

 

I promise eternal embrace -

 

for, I cradle all weary

travelers home.

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