Bright as the day through darkest night
From valleys low to mountains high
You go before me, you go behind me
Untroubled under a troubled sky
Through clouds that unleash stinging rain
On roads under sunfire in aching blue
Where fog shrouds the road in wraithing white
Yet still, still, I am with you.
Only a sojourner in a transient world
Weary on a road ever so long
Only a speck on a river passing,
Only an echo, a fragment of song
Yet your heart yearns for me from the brooding sky
As I crest the mountain in rain-washed hue
All through the winding journey home
Still, oh still, I am with you.
I am not sure how often and how long I have tried to write this poem, but each time, my words failed me. (This is the Purple Poem I wrote about in an earlier blog post). How to explain that feeling of God hand cupping over me as I do the monthly trip from Mae Sariang to Chiang Mai and back on my bike? How to weave into a poem the different emotions of the ride, the different scenes and backdrops? Finally, this morning I was able to somewhat put a tongue to it. Besides the obvious inspiration of those drives, Psalms 139 and James 4:5 were also inspirations for the poem.
I am also currently working on a new book of poetry and essays. I think it’s far enough along that I can say it’s going to happen, but it’s impossible to give any release date right now. I do, however, want to get it finished before I start my online course for my teacher’s license in January, which will take up all my spare time.
Stay tuned! 🙂