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.”


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