I will abide

I will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
Who else but the Most High has a shadow of light?
May the reflection of my walk be light as is Yours, oh Lord.
The Spring has come.
I feel like growing!
My head falls back and the rain falls upon my smile.
Rooted and established in this place beneath the Son, I will abide.
Even when the wind blows my pedals in and out of the places where light meets dark, I will abide.
Even when weeds grow around me, reach for me, and threaten to strangle and overtake my fragile frame, I will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
Life will be sustained.
A breath of life; the cool and damp soil  beneath the bright green limbs of my deliverance burst forth.
A soft breeze, a touch of warmth upon my face, the beams of light emerging from behind the bountiful clouds, pregnant with rain for the days of drought.
 Yes, here in the shadow of the Almighty, I will abide.