Leaning Trust
It’s not only the darkness of dreams I struggle through with strife,but also the blinding light of life. What is there to lean on when all things are flawed and unstable,to wake me from nightmares when I am unable. Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings (Holmes)Lean on me as you stumble,anwser me as I call.I am your King,Lord of all.My love for you is strong and will never fumbleContinuous as the stars that shine (Wordsworth)Take my hand my child and I will be your guide. The mystery which binds me still (Poe)Is no longer tied to worry;I trust in your will Your plan will not be hurried.Your family grows throughout the daysMy voice is raised in psalms of praise,And though a mist of doubt still taunts my mindAnd miles to go before I sleep, (Frost)I lean against my rock to only doze With not a fear to call my own. Works CitedFrost, Robert. “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Holmes, Oliver Wendell. “The Chambered Nautilus.”Poe, Edgar Alan. “Alone.”Wordsworth, William. “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”