Step

I see that place there, just over that hill top. There’s light and color and life. The Son’s rays reflect on faces, striking protons and beaming back in glittering hues.
Here, it is grey – in the Shadow Lands, in the Valley of the Shadow of Death, where thieves lie in wait to steal my soul.
I want to step over that hill, but the canyon is wide. I want to walk barefoot in the emerald grass, but there are stones beneath my feet, jagged as thorns. I want to walk in the sun, but I shiver here in the cold.
That hilltop looks far away, but I know it’s only as far
as my
first
step.