Ask too many questions
Think too many thoughts
See what you don’t see, but want to
Do too many oughts
Now, if grit and faith were gold
A sultan I’d outspend
For all the “oughtn’t haves” I did
I have become truth’s friend
Inspirational Credit: Ruth 1:19 “So they two went until they came to Bethlehem.”
Awaken heartbroken
I never knew thirst
Then came the hollow season
That scorched my flowersBut with Winter’s grace
Promise for the desert blooms
Fills this space once more
Forward-looking
What I see
Ripped up, rolled up days
Sometimes saturated
With mischief
That leaves me longing
To be the desert air dancing Smoothing over scorched dunes
With the taste of time ‘cross my lips
Thank You that You give
these chances, these choices and
ask us to embark.
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