True Story

I woke up on my pen and Rock and this is what I’d dreamed:

“Book and Rock and Rock and Book, you walk hand in hand.”

A Prayer For Our Path

May we hold hands through the anger.
May we embrace instead of gnash.
May we cultivate The Future.
As we walk along This path.

Faith, that perseveres with truth – despite my uncertainty – I will honor you.

Love that speaks friendship – even into the wee hours of my consciousness – I will take your hand.

Hope, that pursues me in peace – though I slumber – I will cherish you.

A tent and a sun
And my soul and a flower
Lives are made of this

I’ve learned I am love
And this exquisite gold key
Unlocks that same door