As 2025 Closes
A short poem by the Wayfarer as the year 2025 closes on him and his loved ones, he wishes to express his gratitude to HIS loving Master who has carried him through.
POEMS & COUPLETS
Wandering Armenian
12/31/20251 min read
As 2025 Closes
This year flew swift as whirlwind's rushing breath,
Through valleys deep and mountains steep as death.
Yet Master's hand has guided every stride,
Through flooded plains with You, LORD, as our guide.
Your shield has kept the prowling evil far,
Your grace has been our bright and morning star.
My saplings grew through seasons of their test,
My treasured rose has bloomed at Your behest.
You opened doors amid this foreign land,
Though thorns of greed reached out with grasping hand.
Still in Your palm's safe hollow we four rest,
Through winter's cold and summer's fiery test.
Now as we step toward years You hold unknown,
My anchor holds in You, my Cornerstone.
I bear no anger, bitterness laid bare,
But seek Your grace to serve You everywhere.
-the Wayfarer
