657 Caught From Behind 2-18-17 (go to 580 for key word search)

The Faith I left behind was not reduced to rubble,
but streamlined, having sloughed off
all the iron filagree irrelevant to salvation.
It did not sulk in a distant past,
rather, using its new shape and stealth,
sped, unseen, ahead of me,
as I wandered my meandering path.
Then, on some dusty road to Emaeus,
it simply appeared before me, smiling,
arms opened, the waiting father, stronger now,
carrying a lighter Spirit weight,
using loves magnetic tug
to pull me along.

I am still on journey,
but, now, have as companion,
a fellow traveler,
a lean and hungry faith
to lead me Home.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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