
Moving forward
Slowly, steadily
As boats navigate
And butterflies migrate
Forge now ahead
Times a changing
Storms grasp
Tossed and tumbling
Sun rising, rays golden
Gently rolling on, softly lifting
Crystal clear blue depths
Or reefs raising grasping fingers
As a skilled smith creates their craft
So does God forge us carefully, beautifully
Through mist and fog, churning and stillness
Fresh and real… in his loving and mighty ways
Charlotte-Anne Allen








