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.

Regardless of Your Pain, The World Still Moves on

We all have experienced pain. Pain of losing your job, child, business, loved one, house, phone and car. No matter how people console you and say, “they understand what you’re going through”, it never seems like it. Its magnitude differs for everyone. The way I loved my job is not similar to how you liked…