Cartographer of Life
By a topography of towering ruddy ridges, there are rivers running like trails of tears, meandering through endless forest green alongside little streams carving their way through gently rolling hills and valleys of uncertainty. Through carpets of flowers wildly blooming, ones birthed from hard and empty places, You lead me to straddle canyon walls, guiding each footstep up mountains steep or though khaki desert sands blow. Yet, you, O Cartographer of Life, have charted my course, should I be courageous enough to follow, mapping out the bends of ravines and curves of dust-worn paths. Oh, what sweet relief, though my body aches with what seemed like endless delays— even now, I recognize the work of your hand. So, I press on within the fog of unknowns, for you will one day lead me to the other side. Your faithful promises remind me this journey I’m on can be one that’s life-giving, not only when I’ve reached the finished line. First published in TWB2O Fa...
