Precious Lord Take My Hand

Yes Steve. Let’s do that – take a break.
My contribution from American Digest – gerardvanderleun
Sleepwaking in the Narrows
The first time down the path
The cave is hidden from your eye.
You wander in a deep ravine
That frames a slice of sky.

Your unsure step will stumble
Where lizards prance on leaves,
But still the stream will waltz you on
Through the shadow-stippled breeze.

You’ll come to where the bathers bare
Sun themselves on steaming stones,
And one child’s laughter scintillates
Like water flowing over bones.

Oak roots reach down across the rock
And map the drift of streams.
The bathers loll within their sleep,
And reflect the shape of dreams.

Snakes and crickets search the seams
Of granite aeons made,
While leaves slide down the air to spin
On water stained with shade.

The solid rock betrays your feet.
Your steps become unsure.
The raven on the boulder stands.
His wings begin to stir.

continue here –
http://americandigest.org/mt-archives/inverse/sleepwalking_1.php

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