To Trust

In the dewey mountain tops Spring streams spring forth Undecided unknown path Light like a feather Large rocks they carve Tear down the earth below Their territory widening Where is theirs end? Fate and faith decide

Salt

New found palate Bitter redefined perhaps Sweet maybe poisonous Says Connoisseur’s tongue Why the difference? New heart possibly?

The Wait

Winds whistle a new song Old tires course through The ruggedy rough road With patterned puncture patches The journey justly jeopardized By unseen scribbler scribe Then she slowly squeaky stops.

His Perfect Will – Poem

In the sunken deep pit, the lions roared “I am definitely the next meal”, scared he thought Prayed he did to the one who knows best And true the lions He shut , His perfect will revealed In prison, the criminals, cramped up in their guilt Run he did from the crime, he was a…