Todd Martin

“Footsteps in the Sand
I’m journeying the path of Truth
Not knowing where it leads
Walking with my head bowed
And counting prayers with beads .
On a course, well worn by time
From the first man to the last,
I’m wearied by the distance
And wearied by the fast .
I paid the toll of charity
To walk down wisdom’s way
But will I have the discipline
To stay the course today .
Fleeing a field of falsehood
Holding Proverbs for my flight
I sacrificed illusion
On an altar made of Light .
Will I find the Philosopher’s Stone,
The Ark or the Holy Grail,
Or stumble upon a desolate place,
Of brimstone, fire and hail .
Are Ancient Mysteries up ahead
To heal the blind, the sick, the lame
A Phoenix in the ashes
Or a tempest I must tame .
Maybe i’ll walk on water,
Turn base metal into gold
Maybe i’ll write the future
And watch it all unfold .
I drink the waters of Elijah Pool
On the Father’s reality
Hoping to ascend like Enoch,
The bonds of mortality .
I’m walking towards the Light of Truth
With God holding my right hand
Following the path of Prophets
Who left Footsteps in the Sand”
― Todd Martin