Today is Palm Sunday a day of newness and celebration. I wave my palm branch for the King knowing of the darkness to come.
This poem is from an old archived piece of prose, the poem is new, the photo was borrowed from my photography folder, the rose is a hint of Pink. This my offering for the wonderful, weekly, poetry pantry hosted by Mary at Poet’s United.
“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.” – Walt Whitman
Welcome to the page of a burning heart! A repentant prodigal son now returns to seek the embrace of our Heavenly Father. Here a heart stricken with a desire to lift up God, feels a great need to know our Savior Jesus Christ, These writings are to share with children, wife, and those who would care, what the Spirit whispers on how to take our relationship with the Lord to a higher and more intimate level. Pray that we can all learn to love God more and come closer to Him each and every day!