Lights Turned On: Terrapin Station by the Shore

The path I walk

smells of pine—

a sweetness of the wild,

with notes divine.

The path I’m on,

lined with signs of love

and forget-me-nots,

carries me home

to my God.

From the East,

the winds of change and hope

comfort me...

My eyes look up

to the black of night,

Yet I see the constant Northern Star,

the brightest light that shines.

And there,

upon the golden shore,

I see my Savior—

waiting.

He says to me,

“Well done,

my little turtle—

faithful and slow—

forever mine.”