I see the story
And know the trends
What is worshipped
And has no end.
And there is now
Like the ocean floor
What you thought
And where you soar…
And like a partner
Not just a friend-
And the beginning
With no real end…
I’ll be there
And beyond that too-
For it’s simply me
Inside of you.
Numb and present
A glorious gift
Beyond wolves and prey
But a needed lift…
Yes to reality
But only to pretend-
Learning from this
Faith and sin…
Understanding the moment
While forgiving the past…
Honest for a moment-
Or seconds that last.
I am merely a whisper
Within the scream
A hopeful wonder…
Or pleasant dream.
I am the thought
Within the action…
Hearing the voice
When losing traction.
I am the love
Inside the hate. . .
Or the narrator
Within your fate.
I am the control
In letting go…
Building assumptions
Inside the know.
I am everything
When nothing is there…
I am always here
You just have to care.
I am the power
When you’re hardest hit…
Take the break. . .
You just can’t quit.
A mess on the path
Mine to clean
Scrub and sweep
Are my means
Every move
Countless minutes
More shambles
No way to clean it
On my knees
Scream and cry
No progress for work
Or understanding why.
Seeking answers
With praying demands
To which He answered
You must clean your hands.
With palms and fingers clean
The mess was too
Appreciate the problem
And the answer inside you.
Seek the guidance
Recognize your part
He will give you the answer
When you open your heart.
Someone unknown
While having a name . . .
Walking the mile
Assigning guilt and shame.
Performing a role
Without knowing how it’s done –
Challenging the winner
Before the game is won.
Defending a stranger
Offering means to succeed…
Not knowing the problem
But fulfilling the need.
Hearing a voice
Sensing a presence near
Required absence
Understanding clear.
I sip my coffee
And prepare my mind
Hoping to make the right changes
For the interview this time.
Three months unemployed
Has taken its toll on the account
Loving the extra time
Not the bills starting to mount.
A humbling process. . .
Different from years passed
Always having a job
Expectations often surpassed.
Hands are now folded
My head slightly down
May this be the prayer answered
And employment be bound.
Old man
Running another run
One life over
Another has begun.
Those who morn
Must only keep open eyes
As he comes and goes with the wind
Carefully roaming in stormy skies.
Silent steps
Along a road with stops.
Noises vary
Heart in knots.
No plan before
A blueprint now…
Where you were
And finding how.
Two steps back
Stop the pace-
Find the forward
Accept the race.
Sunset an ending
On a path just beginning
You were waiting
With hopeful grinning.
Just a step
But a power for more…
You heard my prayer
And opened a door.
On to hope
The gift of peace
Time a friend
To trial’s release.
Author River Dixon
Never get lost in the Sauce
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
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