
west winds blew
and the brush unsettled
sweeping me into promise
of sweet serenity
holding onto withered branches
He caressed each finger
tenderly loosening the binds
...to what could not be
gentle peace lines his breath
each word engendering surrender
beckoning me along the pathway
i follow faithfully, my heart pounds
fighting the resistance to
...possibility
a pause in the trail
I am engulfed in fear
Forgetting Everything is All Right
His steps firmly planted
supporting each stumble
tenderly cradling
...each need.
abating doubt once more
and once more again
unaffected by the uncertainty
He carries each burden
my boulder, His stone
and securely...