Born, we crawl
Stand, we fall
Speaking, we stumble
Learning, we fumble
Navigating Life’s Ups and Downs
Weaving side to side, we’re lost
Then, found
Re-membering, we Pray
Our Hearts rejoice as we hear, His voice
Soft at first, listening
We grow silent, sit still
Listening deeper, to the One who whispers to every Heart and Soul – “Trust Me”
Breathing in these words
We remember, this Whisperer is the Father, His Voice guides us
He is ALWAYS with us, and in us
He is Home
Ever present, standing close, awaiting our call, he answers, while allowing us to…
…Move at the Speed of Trust.
©Anita Adams 2/8/2024


