I search out the water, in hopes that I can drown the ghosts of the past.
Wishing that my past incarnations – namely the spirits of haughtiness and recalcitrance that impeded my path and retarded my growth…
Wishing – that they had met their end sooner than they did.
But, if they did…
Would I have the path?
The reflections, humility and lessons that I routinely saunter back into the confines of – at my disposal?
Knowing that this trail is ongoing – and that the burdens will still belabor me, but being able to press on with a head held high.
Is a segue to empowerment.
Because these walks are a segue to a taste of grace, that small piece that is my search for God’s face.
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