by Sarah Steele
you never planned how you’d respond in someone else’s darkest hour. you maybe couldn’t even see the depths of shadows in my bower, with your own light shining brightly as i, in the corner, cowered. and yet, you recognized my anguish, walked so gently alongside me, taking in your hand my own, your light now blazing, there to guide me back to Jesus; finally feeling darkness leaving, spark inside me.
Sarah Steele is a Christ-follower, wife to James, and mom to four lively redheads. Poetry has captured her heart since the death of her grandmother in early childhood, helping her to work feelings into written pictures. As a wordy extrovert, she finds its genre particularly useful in learning to be succinct. She writes between homeschooling, watercoloring, and spending time outside with all the people.