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by Gail Denham …ekphrastic per "Light Across the Trail" by Mary McInnis It's been a dark and stormy year so far. The path ahead is strewn with rocks that cut my feet, bring sweat to my brow, trip me, make the future seem impossible. I want to curl up inside one of those hollow old-growth tree stumps in this dark place. I know they would shelter me. I know there's comfort in the old, the familiar, those secure places I've always known. Still, I must forge ahead. Wasn't in me to cower in fear, trembling lest unexplained terrors open a fissure, and, like Alice, I fall to insanity Then I turn a corner. The dirt path is smoother here. And ten feet ahead the sun has broken through, has found a way through the trees. It brightens, cheers. A shaft of bright hope now lights my way, I dance my praise, lift hands to One who sees all, carry the courage with me for the journey.
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