trust
My typewriter self
Doubt corrodes. Faith strengthens.
Trust this veil of life.
Live beyond the frayed edges.
Sun-made wrinkles smile.
Above all else, let love be my guide.
Dismay rewards scorn.
Disappointment renders naught.
True love rescues peace.
Pondering change, people and rescues.
When there’s a long day
ahead, walk slowly at first.
Let your breath guide you.
Up is down, purple is square and juniper berries grow on cars.
Weeping white flames dance,
tears flow the wrong direction.
Coals burn until cool.
Bridging the gap between hope and faith with willingness.
The first breeze of change
brings forth hope of renewed faith.
Let the leaves fall free.
