Morning Walk

Amidst the dew of early dawn,
I took a morning walk.
And along with me, I took a Friend,
For I felt a need to talk.
I unburdened both my heart and soul,
And spoke many things:
Of plans gone wrong, of failure's pain,
And how to live with shattered dreams.
My Friend just listened quietly,
And uttered not a word.
For it was His time to listen,
And my time to be heard.
His sympathetic ear brought peace,
As we walked this earthly sod.
And I learned to trust life again,
On my morning walk with God.
Poet, Barbara Cagle Ray