Walking through the path laden,
with an aura of green canopy,
She is walking with you.
Do you hear Her footfalls next to you?
Her hand brushes yours, as you continue
step by step, the day’s exploration into
the inner realm as your body moves
through this outer path. You begin
to hear words just below the gentle wind,
some sound just like someone calling your name,
lovingly, reverently. You are moved to tears again,
as none of this seems impossible, that for all the moments
you have taken breaths; there has been this One,
ever present, always vigilant in watching over you.
Can you yet hear Her footfalls?