doubtless with the right intentions
things turn out alright
for the most part
but how much do we hang our hats
on good and bad fortune?
surely there is room
for more lasting endeavour
beyond our feeble minds and bodies
yes capable of many feats
yet nothing without the tender heart
can we mould our own
rather than craving someone else’s?
I have found my way in prayer
like an artery
a bloodline to all life
not easy I readily admit
silence can be a killer
but for every valley
there is a peak
not found in idle conversation
and so there is space
in the everyday twists and turns
where these do not matter
as the ocean pulls the river
god is calling me home