My mind is on those silent footsteps, I heard the other day.

When no one else heard them, thought I was insane.

But those footsteps, to my ears, were loud and heading straight for me

These are the footsteps, I’ve heard all my life;

sometimes near, sometimes far, but always keeping the same time.

The rhythm of hardships, the rhythm of comforting.

The rhythm reassures me, I’m in the right lane.

Yesterday those footsteps were at my front door,

so I stepped into the purpose God created them for!

–L.K.D.–