Leaning Trust

November 11, 2019

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 fumble

Continuous 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 days

My voice is raised in psalms of praise,

And though a mist of doubt still taunts my mind

And miles to go before I sleep, (Frost)

I lean against my rock to only doze

With not a fear to call my own.

Works Cited

Frost, 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”

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Bm248Nov 11, 2019

Hope this makes you pause and think.

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