He took my humble offerings

and sent angels to illuminate a path for me.

I followed the pixie dust trail of brilliance blindly,

trudging through dark swamps and wildflower valleys.

Now I’m on the mountain, attaining new heights of sanctity.

The views are so pristine they take my breath

and fill me with something more powerful.

As I continue to climb,

I send prayers like paper airplanes,

with messages of hope written onto their wings.

I want my fellow travelers to find them as consolations on their own journey.

I want you to know it’s enough to pray

without ceasing.

Have mercy on others, be kind and forgive …

keep doing all the simple holy things that got you this far,

and never quit.

Do your best to follow the Lord, and

take one step into the light at a time.

He really does pave glorious roads to freedom

out of our tiniest sincere offerings.

I can’t wait to see you at the top.