Late night march through mottled stone,
A world just hidden from the street,
Backing into shadow in its mighty flight,
From lighted pillars to the underbelly of grand arches.

Walking on the right side,
When daily I walk left the road,
The world unfolds a little changed,
A clearer view to open skies,
The clouds like golden whispers streaking through,
Then purple scars then orange plumes,
It's beauty and its awe at last,
Just from a daily path the same,
Yet its different and I know it too,
Another side unfolded in my eyes,
Another glory refracted through the haze of life.

Slow days,
Seemed filled with much more time than others,
Yet I taste the imperfection of the hours,
Creeping by and blasting spotlights on my hidden pride,
Showing me the limits of my mind.
May I decrease Lord,
Still my spinning thoughts and realign my expectations,
May you increase,
Keep my eyes on you as I tread the waves,
And walk along allotted paths,
My eyes on you.