He walks through a very large parking lotA small child’s hand held securely
Cars and people on the move, coming and going
So busy in this world of buying and selling;
Their car seems missing, swallowed whole
For a long moment the parked car feels lost in the vast expanse
Literally a sea of cars and pickups and SUV’s!
Yet, we both look and look and look
Walk in the intense desert heat, sun so harsh and bright,
But we walk and look
Look and walk some more;
“Was it stolen?” runs anxiously for a moment through my head
Yet, a highly polished Sword of Trust remains
An anchor of Living Hope established in strength over the years
Faith in the Lord of Trust, comfort in the faith given,
Our Sovereign God who holds my hand
As His child
In my own daily walk of a good search,
Seeking always to do His will
To keep in step with His Holy Spirit
Guided, controlled circumstances
Living Faith in my Living God,
More than a Shepherd to me
Lord of all, above all;
Every breath of my aging body,
Every heartbeat that throbs.
Finally, fresh laughter and a joke spoken in relief,
My car is seen tucked safely away
Sandwiched between two bigger machines on wheels
Both “gas guzzlers”!
Little grandson acts relieved,
So am I.