When you look
Back at life
It’s easy to
Connect the dots
Framing your understanding
But when you’re
Living your life
Presently you are
Walking blind in
The wilderness trust
In God’s hands
To guide you
When you look
Back at life
It’s easy to
Connect the dots
Framing your understanding
But when you’re
Living your life
Presently you are
Walking blind in
The wilderness trust
In God’s hands
To guide you
The trees shed
Bark like I
Shed lies here
I am stuck
Here I am
Against cold January
Skies ashen with
Soot of snowfall
Drop on me
These blessing snowflakes
So I might
Just remember spring
The best prison
Allows one thought
And that boo
You have brought
Me how we
Are not alike
How maybe oneday
You might understand
Until then understand
That I was
You 30 years
Ago before I
Was ever me
Sometimes just sometimes
The thing that
You say is
The thing that
Is needed but
Maybe not the
Thing needed is
The thing unsaid
Youth conjures thinking
Thinking conjures mind
Mind conjures action
And action conjures
Either change or
Something else waiting
For that change
Change is coming