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Late November, 2000
We hiked the road in winter hats and gloves;
You talked of dreams for future plans and places;
I smiled and walked, snow kissing noses pink.
These fantasies were shared by my heart too -
Delighted laughter won’t express this joy.
I’ve gazed in eyes light blue with faded dreams
Until you bought the world with fated coins;
You traded freedom for opportunity
And question choice while gazing blind and blissful.
The road now turns and snow quickly picks up,
Your hand in mine, I choose to caress your doubts
With northern winds and sails of golden words
Assuring you of happiness and love.
And all along I close my eyes and pray
That snowy trails don’t lead to avalanche
Instead of welcomed springs of joyous comfort.
Confused, I gaze upon the Words for wisdom,
Demanding answers. Brighter paths directed
By guiding lamps with ample stores of oil.
Will paths be cleared? Will snow abound always?
Or does the mission now require chaos,
The hardships anchored forcing water down
Into my soul for further cleansing doubts?
Oh God! Please answer questions! Servants beg!
My trav’ling partner holds me very close
And needs me through this long and tiresome walk –
I serve you Sir, please Lord, direct me Sir
I love him Lord, cry loud for cries from his heart.
Please reach to him and pull him nearer You,
So I may walk three astride my path of snow.
~ Sarah Fugman
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