Snowshoeing Through Psalm 18


Over the white crust I glide
With taut rawhide
Stretched beneath the soul
of my feet.

How lovely by the riverside
The glittered path held high
and steps enlarged by
humbled tree.

Here is the secret, spacious place
Where girded and buckled to weightless strength
My winter way is made and set




Lindsey Gallant
Seeker of God in the ordinary, bearer of beautiful news, pilgrim on a life of prayer.

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