Posted in Gifts, Living Water, Poemesque

Husk to Trust

Quiet and lonely

One who can heal me

But I look the other way.

~

Bashful and frightened

Mindful, enlightened

Yet I run the other way.

~

Prodigal son

Son still at home

Can’t go and can’t stay.

~

Leaving won’t change me

Let pain rearrange me

I’m running low on faith.

~

Light in a tunnel

Feel my walls crumble

To the Life, Truth, and Way.

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