by Georgia Jensen Blosil

We once walked dearly together
In a beloved forgotten realm.
Yet–in quiet thought,
Echoes of what we once shared
Whisper to us tender memories
In a language
Only of the heart.

Now we must walk
In an oft-times puzzling, lonely world,
Separated by languages of the tongue,
And opposing, turbulent philosophies.
To whom can we look for guidance
Along our wind-blown, arduous paths
To the still waters of truth?

Who can shepherd us
Into the lush, green pastures
Of self-understanding,
Divine sisterhood, wifehood,
And cherished motherhood–
With humble, forgiving hearts,
And loving, helpful hands?

“The Lord is our Shepherd.”
In Him we shall not want.
He anoints our heads
With goodness and mercy,
Restoring us, leading us back
To dwell in His house.
The House of the Lord–
Our Home
Forever.

Georgia Blosil’s poetry is available through desertbook.com.