Shadow of Death

Yea, though I walk threw the valley of the shadow of death - Psalm 23

I have walked, stumbled, tripped,
and sometimes I have run through that valley.
And for the most part, I did it alone, as it must be.
No one can do your walking for you.

Every once in awhile,
someone walked with me,
or gave me a helping hand out of the dirt
and cleared my eyes of tears and dust.
Sometimes I stopped, refusing to move -
afraid, but someone gave a nudge,
a push, or a shove to get me going again.
Sometimes I had to stand my ground for my own sake.

Many times, I went too fast
and had to retrace my steps to pick up some pieces.
But I made it to the other side.
I can look behind me at that valley - that knife slash in my soul.
There's green grass growing back there now.
And I am confident that someday... there might even be flowers.
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