Whose Tracks Are These?

by | Dec 16, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

Whose tracks are these? I do not know.
Imprinted on the pristine snow…
Beyond the ditch and wicket fence,
They stretch forever onward hence.
I look on in awe in the dimming light,
As they fade into the darkening night.

Whose tracks these are…I surely know…
I cannot pass them by…and though
I see not who has left them here…
My faith is sure, and naught I fear.
As I tread boldly down the track
My course is set…no turning back.


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