by Kellie Green
Like a star needs travelers
To penetrate the seamless dark
Like ash needs a torch
And embers seek the spark.
Like soft wings need angels
Amidst the clouds they fly
Like worn trails need missionaries
Upon rough footsteps rely
Like a melody needs a harp
Finely crafted of yew
Yearning for a harmony
A tune so sweet it subdues
Like springtime needs an artist
Fresh blooms newly born
Ready to be captured
Onto the canvas it will adorn
Like the hum needs the crickets
On the mist of the evening breeze
Wafting through the night air
Reaching the tallest of regal trees
Like an echo carrying bitter cries
An immense ocean holding salty tears
A canyon deeper than a thousand wounds
Like trying to measure the infinite years
Like the eagle longing for the summit,
Searching for his desired nest.
Ever watchful – ever patient
For you my Lord, I'll eternally quest.
