Had I known 
that to have 
was also enough 
I’d spent less 
time seeking more 
and more time 
appreciating the less
but we never 
that is until 
what little we 
have is gone 

There’s this one 
song that reminds 
me of time 
and again time 
and times gone 
its harmonious ballad 
haunts the halls
of my heart
like a figure 
ducking into doorways 
holding a candle 

Plenty and enough 
the happy twins 
and cousins to
grace and grateful 
are the blessed 
children of gratitude 
and of love 
and the grandkids 
of joy and 
of patience peace 

The heart knows 
no chaos and 
the soul knows 
no noise it’s 
the mind that 
disturbs our rest
and makes dreams 
into its nightmares 
therefore listen not 
to its storms 
rain will pass
thunder will quiet
and the lake 
will again calm 

After all it’s 
been spent torched 
buried and obliterated 
and now nothing 
is left so 
where does one 
go to get 
a trust loan 
what heart bank 
or soul savings 
I don’t invest 
in someone else 
in order to 
gain their trust 
I give mine 
away but now 
I’m tapped out 
with empty pockets 
filled with broken 
promises written on 
handfuls of bad
paper in blood