John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

Wandering through this dark
forest together, hearing
and sensing each other
in this place with no clear
paths. Hot one moment,
cold the next — I sense
you but cannot see you;
wish you’d hold my hand.
But you can’t pull me
along ’cause your path
ain’t exactly my path.
Yet I’m sure you’ll warn
of any real danger.
I believe we’ll both
reach the manger.