Encounter

Encounters seemingly far and few,
I question, ponder and wonder too.
At times strangely stale, rarely new;
Could be better, wished it true.

Ever near me, yet ostensibly far,
Doubts, worries, hopes ajar.
Paths to struggles, another trial;
Am I distressed, or in denial?

Yet trickle, a feather's touch it comes,
In the midst of the busy hum.
Without warning, without alarm;
Full of peace, full of calm.

Like water, one's soul refresh,
Swiftly engulfed, interwoven mesh.
Overwhelmed, blinding flash;
Repentance in sackcloth and ash.

Renewed vigor, armies come what may,
In faith, trust and obey.
Mountains, wilderness and desert stay,
yet with strength and hope, pray.

With promises that never fails,
and faithfulness that ever prevails.
Pilgrims we journey together on the trails,
Clinging on the One who repletes the sails.