By Ann Applegarth - Roswell, New Mexico, USA - 24 May 2015



You created me a child of the sky;

I remain fettered to the baubles of earth.

On a sinuous path of mangled

dreams and promises, opportunities

shunned, and risks skirted, I have begged

for your light -- then done exactly as I pleased.

I have yearned for the touch of your hand --

then shrugged it away; pleaded for

your Holy Spirit -- but not banished

the comforts of the flesh.

You, Lord -- only you -- know a soul's

poverty and the desolation of a heart.

Help me now, in spite of Self,

to set my feet toward You,

to be a pilgrim -- not a tourist --

on the road of life.