Walking With God

by Erin Tevik

I walked along the beach

And felt God’s warm, untiring stare

On my bare shoulders, arms, and back.

I’m all too aware that it is His vision – not mine - that keeps me on track.

I felt him run His fingers through my hair

With the movement of the breeze.

I wondered about the future that only He forsees.

I felt His tender hands massage my feet

With the shifting of the sand beneath me,

The rhythm of my stride treading the ground

soft, and gracefully.

I felt the cleansing blood of His Son wash my sins away

As the surf nipped at my ankles.

I noticed a feather,

And wondered if it belonged to one of God’s Angels.

I paused to look out upon the ocean

And I felt the gravity of His love puling me in.

I chose to soak up His affection

And allowed myself a silent grin.

I felt His strength support my character as I waged against temptation.

I was grateful for His shield of armor

around me against Satan.


I closed my eyes, opened my mind,

Took a deep breath and let God inside.
I stood peaceful and still,

Praying that His will would be mine.

I thanked Him for sharing with me the beauty of His poetry,

And asked only that He grant me the strength to live forever gratefully.


He took me in His arms, and I heard Him say,

Live your life with purpose,

For I have chosen you to be my child.

Learn to abandon fear,

And there will be no reason to hide.

In what ever you do,

Know that I love you.”


I felt God all around me

And thought I began to glow.

Gently, He kissed both my eyelids,

And I felt my pride begin to bow.


Enlightening me to His iambic grace He said,

I made you strong so that you would not crumble,

I gave you humility so you would learn to be humble.

I made you beautiful so others could see in you what I already knew.

I made you intelligent so that wisdom would come easily.

I gave you a big heart so you could always love freely.

I made your mother so she could teach you about faith.

I gave you my love so you’d always be safe.”



I was born anbd raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming and have no immediate plans on leaving.  I live to and because I write.  I've always wanted to be a writer, and hve done so pretty much since I was old enough to hold a pen.  I plan to go to college in the fall for Journalism, and ultimately, I want to make a name for myself as a writer.

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