Here it is! I received the first copy of my book Randi’s
Steps. After eight years of editing off and on, it’s published and for sale on
Amazon. What a great feeling! To hold the book in my hands and see the words I’ve
struggled with dancing on bound pages—it’s motivation to finish my second book.
PLANTING MY FEET IN THE SHADOWS
(a poem after the novel)
At
nine years old
I
was either a dreamer
Or
superstitious,
Or
odd;
Following
Randi’s steps,
I
planted my feet
In
my friend’s invisible footprints;
The
shadow of her being.
Could
I transport into her world?
Her
golden tendrils become mine?
Her
dimpled smile, mine?
Her
perfect home, mine?
Minor
misstep--
It
couldn’t happen, but
Dreaming
could.
As
I climbed her steps
My
hand grasped the iron railing
Where
her fingers touched
Marching
behind,
Synchronized.
Up
to her pink room
Dappled
with dancing daisies and rose ribbons,
Everything
my room was missing.
I
watched her mother part Randi’s hair
Into
a straight line
Then
gather her waves into bouncy pigtails.
Randi
twirled them around like propellers
And
they laughed.
Was
it strange to love my friend so much
To
want to be her mirror image?
Would
I follow her
Into
her battle with cancer?
I
couldn’t.
At
twenty,
Still
a dreamer,
Superstitious,
and discontent;
Thrust
into the rabbit hole of college life;
Expecting
more
Expecting
perfection…
Until
He called me
To
follow His steps,
Invisible
footprints
Along
the enduring path,
Set
straight from His word;
I
could transport into His world.
Jesus
offered
Everything
my life was missing.
More
than the world,
A
smile,
Radiant
from within
Until
I reach the mansion he’s prepared.
A
perfect home,
Dappled
with daisies and ribbons of gold,
Choirs
of angels singing tunes of praise and peace.
Is
it strange to love my Savior so much?
That
I want to be like him?
Could
I follow Him in His death?
I
must.
His
steps lead to life.
*This poem was first written for the Faithwriter's Weekly Contest, receiving 8th place Editor's Choice award
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