You walk beside me on the one-two sided mobeus path of kingdom and will. Crimson footprints shadow mine, cleansing the ground we share.
To left and right I glimpse the shimmering shapes of jasper crystal… here and yet not. Ahead, the path climbs, shaded with promise of golden trees and I breathe spring air.
You take my hand and lead me. I follow… at your side… a conundrum of belief and trust.
Your will – my guide.
Your knowledge – my hope
Your pain – my comfort
Your kingdom – come.