As the road passes below my feet,
The light grows.
Growing brighter and brighter,
My burdens become easier and easier.
The fullness of time passes through grace,
And I feel the warmth upon my skin.
Float with the faith found in the Eternal,
And rest in the hands of soft security.
And it washes over me.
Washes through the aging tissue;
Into the bone.
The aura of being is before me,
And I rejoice.
As I surrender,
I am strengthened and fulfilled.
By: Kent Lambert
March 6, 2007