From Within I Began To Listen
Too often had my path,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Been smogged by uncertainty.
And one too many times,
Did I drift to sit and ponder my fate.
With faith I stood,
Afraid and shakened.
My eyes lowered and sometimes closed,
I would take those forward steps.
Not knowing what would come next.
I would not allow another tear to fall.
This journey I knew...
Would one day bring to me a clarity.
And with my vision cleared...
I would see through whatever appeared.
I just kept moving.
If I felt a guidance that approved.
And from within I began to listen.