Shadows

Shadows of disappointment,
Doubt and despair, lap at my feet.

They cling to my shoes like dirt,
And follow me waiting to wound.

I press on, walking by faith,
Looking up... until the stumble.

It always comes, the falling,
Choking on words I dare not speak.

But Someone scatters cedar.
He knows what trips me every time.

Merciful boughs of comfort!
Fragrant perfume for the impact.

Love makes the landing gentle.
Grace spreads a cushion for my fall.