in times of lack, we find our faith a tether to hold onto this lack, a thirst when water’s gone, deep darkness after lights go dim, or when the phone forgets to ring we navigate in rivers dark in hopes the monsters will take flight and all our fears are just misplaced so soon we …

we seek in the dark for what we feel our floors listening to all that’s felt blindfolded we see what’s been dealt with mittens we grope for what is real radar turned off, stumbling blind unsteady in dream of a future fate hope that change has not come too late wary of those we may …

i near this age so grand in size my youth, i feel cloaked in disguise, sights and sounds not to forget, hearts that ache without regret; though i’ve seen so many years, i wake each day free of fear, full of love for all that’s new, eyes wide open to what ensues… 9.19.17

i am the watcher peering through the trees, taking stock of everything i see; a mind never dormant, always one step ahead, a heart never quiet, always hoping to be fed, those i encounter, always asking to be led. 9.18.17 [Image Source]

guide me through this thicket of sweet fruit and sharp thorns steady my gait lest i fall, as i pass this bramble my skin bears the scratches blood of minor injury while i nourish the succulence of the joy to overcome 9.17.17